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Freedom

28 Jun

Excerpt from The DarkRose Journal, circa 1998…
By Julia DarkRose
©1998
**This is based on an actual entry from one of my Julia Journal’s from 1998. This was published as a non-fiction piece. It is up to the reader to understand which parts of my Journal entry have been fictionally enhanced and which parts are written as my experience truly happened. I will just convey to the reader that it is not as black & white as it might read. :-)**

Freedom

The sharp iciness of Father Winter’s breath provides my soul with an undercurrent of repose and contentment. In the dead of winter, the Great Celestial Expanse has once again opened her arms to embrace me and fill me with her Essence. With her ebon wings tightly wrapped around my very Being, there is no power in this universe that I cannot comprehend and one night be a part of.

The beauty of the stark winter fills my senses with sweet rapture as does the breathtaking visions that are my Dark Angels. My precious Angels are infused with the passions and desires of the glorious night.They have become my haven in this mundane world of deceit and ignorance.

As I gaze outside my bedroom window, in anticipation of the ravenous night that awaits me and my Tribe, I have discovered Snow Faeries and their cousins, the Fire Sprites-performing their erotic dance amongst the death that has now engulfed my
rose garden.They are beckoning to me to come share in their beastliness. Oh! to dance naked in the moonlight, to let my primordial carnality take over completely, even for just a moment, is an invitation I will not refuse.

“My fierce beauties, it is I, Night’s beloved daughter, DarkRose. I have come to join you in your dark edenic dance.”

The ethereal beauty of my sisters brings a tear of ecstasy to my eyes. As I draw nearer to the frenzy of the savage sexuality before me, my purest being has become a torch of bestial bliss. My nymphs have swirled around me in a whirlwind of crimson lust and immortal desires. In an explosion of fiery passion, the faeries and sprites have torn from me the delicate crystalline nighty that had moments before gracefully clung to every very feminine curve of my silky white body. As my gown lay abandoned amongst the dead roses and the meager creatures of the night, so does my last breath of human morality. For a few moments, I am totally free to be the gloriously inhuman predator that dwells inside this soft mortal flesh of arteries, bones, and precious dark wine.

The pounding in my heart feels like the beating of some ancient warriors drum right before the onset of battle. My nipples are painfully erect in a joyful salute to the sexual debauchery that has engrossed my body and spirit. The fervid moistness between my thighs is perfumed with the lust and desires of the dark seraphs. As my liberated flesh trembles with heavenly sable hunger, I notice that the night and all her creatures have fallen silent. The only sound is the soft murmur of the eventide wind as He whispers my name and rejoices with me in my return to myself.

For a few precious moments in this world of light and lies, the beauty and truth of the true Darkness was revered and honored. The Great Father and Mother fell silent in our awe-inspiring dance. Then as quickly as they appeared, my decadent sisters have left our moonlit rendezvous. I know not why they came to me this night, or where they are going. I do know that they touch the part of my inky spirit where no human dares to journey. They are welcome to enter the portals of my world whenever they desire.

I ardently await their return.

~Julia DarkRose

*As you can read, The DarkRose Journal has been publishing the beautiful darkness for Her readers for a very long time…We are not going anywhere, ever. We are dedicated to bringing you the unabashed erotic truth, wisdom, and beauty of the realm of real living Dark Angels.*

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DarkRose

26 Jun

By Julia DarkRose
©2015

DarkRose            Issue 7 image 4

No moon yet, but starlight burns in every direction. The crickets sing in the low lands as I climb, ears pricked and aware. The grass is dry, and the storm it desires but a distant rumble beyond the high ridges.

I, a dark rose, who have attained all life, now ask still further joy. For what is my sovereignty if I turn aside from my bestial pleasure? What is my earthly power if it stands still and rest content? I have flown from flesh to spirit, I have laughed at death. Should I not rejoice in this corporeal realm where flesh and death prevail?

I am invincible, I descend upon the ungrateful child’s conquered land and claim my spoil. I have lived here before, fixed to earth, now, I live again. With my new strength, just as the long vine that hangs upon the tree of all life, I wind my dark wisdom home again and seize what is mine. Night is my drinking hall. No longer held by death and his minions: I crowd them out, those joyless hordes of earth’s bratty progeny. I pour the ruby wine of victory! I have conquered blood, now the precious blood of all life I shall take delicious delight in imbibing.

I seek the others. Wolves, Owls, and dark angels, no longer a phantom echo of my voice but a separate-therefore real-presence to feed my essence and run wild and free with me over and through our world. I hear them singing to me, the notes ring out this time on their own, scaling low to high, then dropping into a moan. I hear howls in the mountains, mournful, aching, desirous, calling to me, and I must go.

Up into the black sky I climb, as the moon rises past the river. I come closer to the sound, stepping along narrow ridges of sheared, weather-blunted slate, eyes watchful for a glimpse of shadowy fur or the gleam of midnight eyes in the silver light.

My nipples harden, my silky midnight tresses become electric as all my attention focuses on the guiding whine: less than a thousand strides, I judge. I creep forward.

Silence. The howls have stopped. Hidden in the darkness of the grove, are the tribes of the moon, my brothers and sisters. The underbrush explodes, paws and wings crashing in a panicked flight. Once again I have noise to follow, and I begin to close on the others.

I fight the wind to climb the mountain and follow their bloody trail. My nose sniffs each clump of dirt, desperate to hold their scent. I gain the snow-lined ridge and find fresh spoor, barely an hour old, in the pine groves. I cover each urination with my own mark. I will not sneak up on them and frighten them, but make my presence known as wildly and vocally as possible.
The rain seems endless in its vigor and intensity, but it lessens to a steady drizzle as I approach the tribe, my tribe. I am so very close now, I can taste the copper in the air. I begin howling and dancing and becoming more…myself…in the grip of strong emotions.

I lift my face toward the silky moon and writhe and howl one last time. I am prepared to do this as long as my throat and lithe body holds out, but almost at once an answer comes from upwind and uphill. It rises, in a mixture of surprise and happiness, and I hear the invitation in it…

Who and what am I? Who and what is it that hears my cries of darklight, my cries of erotic dark truth? Who am I, well, I am…Julia DarkRose…I always have been and always will be…

I bound rapturously towards the direction of my tribe, and find myself on the banks of the rapids. The others stand on the far bank, and we look at each other, across the chasm that separates us.

A tangle of many branches, mud and small annoying rocks swell the river at a bend above the tree. Flash flood! I shine my darklight in warning, but still it seems my tribe cannot hear me over the crash of the lying rapids.

Even as the dirty water smashes the tree of life and engulfs them, I spring forward into the false dark flood. I hear a frightened cry as my tribe paddles to keep their heads above water, then silence. I swim into the flood towards the last sound. Everything is swirling and collapsing in the green-brown delusional froth atop the river.

A thump-splash of a wet, furry body against mine, and I sink my teeth into him to hold on while I strike out for where I think the shore of truth and darklight is. The soil of the banks erodes under my feet as I scramble, burdened with weight, to climb out of the raging river.

Then I feel him twitch with life and scrabble with his paw on the slick slate just underwater, finding toeholds under his own renewed power. I unlock my jaws thankfully, and I push my weary body onto safe ground.

Our skins have cuts from the jagged rocks and splintered branches of deceit, but they are surface wounds. Too cold and tired even to clean ourselves, we curl together into a small hollow on the north edge of a rabbit clearing. It offers some shelter from the sleeting wind as the eye of the storm moves southward and the backlash begins.

There we sleep, as the winds howl our names.

Our blood is strengthened by the truth. We are the stars and we are the earth. We are not a fictional character. We are not all powerful all knowing beings. We are not merely mundanes. We are evolution in its most glorious and majestic form…at least I know that I, DarkRose, am without a single doubt or need of pretense to convey this truth, to convey that which I was borne to be.

We, my brother and I, awaken to a few bright stars and the moon upon our shoulders, glimmering in white and crimson silver. We set out to continue our journey, we must find the rest of our brethren. We must find the tribes of the moon…

I am neither vampire or wolf, nor owl or anything other than that which Nature needs me to be. I am what I was born to be.

Stay strong, if you should call upon me and desire to walk with me… I’m coming for you.

~Julia DarkRose

Who Shall Come With Me?

31 May

*Eleventh re-post of my literary art and the truth that seeps from my dark angel heart through every pore on my body. Thank you for taking a moment to read my thoughts come alive through the printed (electronic) word.*

**Just a reminder of who I am and what The DarkRose Journal Family of Dark Angels stand for, believe in, fight for, and live.**

By Julia DarkRose
©2013

Who Shall Come With Me?

As I walk through the wilderness of this world…

I learn, speak, and act upon things sublime, or things earthly; things honorable, or things divine; things sacred, or things profane; things past, or things that might be to come; things foreign, or things domestic; things more essential, or things circumstantial.

I walk through the wilderness wide awake, not asleep or dreaming. While walking, fighting, and living, great horror and those selling false darkness and light continue to fall upon me.

Who shall life’s true valor see, let them come forward; one here will constant be, come winds, come torrential weather, come the bloody storms. There’s no discouragement shall make them relent their first avow’d intent to be a warrior, a valiant spirit, a truth Sayer, a dark angel, their true self.

My well used and blood soaked sword I give to you that shall succeed me in my sojourn and my courage and skill to you that can carry it and understand it.

My many marks, scars and wounds I carry with me, to be a witness for me, that I have fought the battle of truth, who now will be my rewarder?

Naught will I be rewarded for battling against the false darkness and light…The courage and freedom to fight is itself my reward…

Who shall come with me?

Please, walk with me, until it’s time for us to part ways…
yet always be forever joined.

Breathless

17 Apr

Excerpt from Issue 2 of The DarkRose Journal-ReVamped Ezine. Enjoy some of my sensually, dark, erotica…I hope.

Breathless                                                    Breathles Joseph & Julia

She is for these moments, these spaces between breaths, existing close in the crook of my arm, her hand on my chest, her fingers spread in gentleness. Her breasts are warm against my side and I know she can feel the deep clear thunder of my heart slowing as my excitement wanes. I lightly stroke her face, pushing back the dark wetted curls from her glistening temples with my fingertips. I do it, I know, to tease myself, gauging my carnal appetite.

She mistakes my tender token, thinking it only the expression of the sweet passion I feel for her. She kisses my chest and presses her damply satisfied pussy ardently against the bony angle of my hip. I can feel the pulse of her puerile spirit in the bewitching puffy lips of her vulva. That was so completely incredible, she whispers. I always feel obligated to make the experience of what I give incredible, or fantastic, or wonderful to them. It is the least that I can do.

“Are you staying the night?” she asks, her lips and tongue grazing my skin. She looks up at me, her eyes hopeful midnight marbles, shimmering beneath half open lids. “If you really want me to,” I sigh. This lovely languid child, mistakes the rasping of my voice for the desire she wants to hear.

“I want. I want to snuggle and rest for a few moments. But then I want to do it again. If I fall asleep, I want you to fuck me anyway, as soon as you are ready. I want the feel of you slowly sliding inside to awaken me.” She grins shyly at me. I can tell she is surprised and a little shocked by the things she hears herself saying, that she is, at the same time, happy that she can say them to me.

My heart goes out to her then, as it had not before. Of course, she did not have to tell me aloud what she wanted. I know she wants this, even as I knew when we began, although she had been too shy to ask me then, that she wanted me to arouse her with my tongue. I always know what they want, even when they do not know they want it. Sometimes when it is especially good, as it had been with her, it is all that I am. And as I have done uncounted times, although not always inevitably, I wished it could be different, that there was some other way. Especially when they‘re so youthful and inexperienced as she, when they are as hesitant at first as she had been. And then, once they began, so trusting, so vulnerable. And finally, so frankly passionate.

I feet the warmth of her breath on my face as she kisses me. “Who are you really?” she breathlessly whispers in my ear. I am startled for a moment by her query. Before my mind can respond, her lips move thrillingly over my neck and shoulders. Her tongue briefly tickles the nipples of my breasts, then moves downward, delighting my belly.
I open my eyes, look down to see her kneeling before me. I see her close her eyes as she puts her hands on my hips and leans to put her lips on the tip of my cock. She kisses it lovingly for a moment, then she takes it into her mouth. This is an astonishing act, something I’ve never even thought of imagining.

Oh, but my dark Lord, she is sucking on me and it is a more marvelous sensation than I have ever imagined. It makes me feel helpless and more powerful than I have ever been, and now flames of lust are flaring up, uncontrollable, from my loins to consume my ebon soul. I need to close my eyes again, already feeling the need to cum. She grips me so unbelievably fucking hard now, holding me steady as she takes all of me deeper into her mouth. Oh, oh, oh, the head of my cock is touching the back of her throat, I cannot help myself, nor do I want to, I am beginning to cum, in thick waves of ecstasy. I can feel as well as hear her swallowing, as if she needed every drop, as if my semen were an elixir she had to have to sustain her life.

I can no longer tell the difference between my body and her mouth, between my soul and hers, be-tween good and evil, or God and the Devil, or Heaven and Hell. The spasms just keep going on and on, my balls are pumping wildly, forcing my burning fluid through the shaft of my cock as if I contained the sins of the world and they will flow from me forever-Oh shit! No it can’t be! It just can’t be! She is eating me! Not with her mouth and not my flesh, but ME- my essence, my life force.

I must take her now, to suck her life essence into me, to drain her of her sanguine purity. I know what I am, I am vampire. I must feed, now…

Alas, I cannot. I cannot move. I can only think these thoughts, I can only ruminate, in my last breaths, my fatal mistake. I am being drained, I am becoming a lifeless husk. I know what I am…

What are you, my dear girl, what have you done to me? I barely manage to whisper. She just smiles, kisses my cheek and is flying away into the night. I, the vampire, shall now fall into a deep sleep, a sleep of a dark angel….

I am so very warm now, it feels…nice. The ravenous knot of hunger has been released. Thank you dearest girl, my sweet succubus, my angel of salvation. Well, at least I am leaving this world in the way with which I lived in it…I shall sleep the true sleep now, finally.

~Julia DarkRose
©2012

Devil’s Candy

6 Jan

©2015 Julia DarkRose

**This is fan art of me, given to me back in the 1990’s. I have covered up my ‘Devil’s Candy,’ so don’t have a mundane cow, Face Twat.**

Devil’s Candy   BeFunky_Fan Art.jpg

I love when my feminine abyss is wet with wicked desire…
Please, my dark angel, release my longing with your burning lips,and stir my

Dark Angel’s soul with the fire of your kiss…

Let me die.
Let me die, again and again.
My Devil’s Candy is enveloped with the rapture of your hot breath and frenzied kisses.

My Devil’s Candy is a symphony of crimson desire…

Evening falls. Our nigrescent haven of dark, earthly pleasures awaits.

Let me die, my love.
Let me die the dark sweet death, again and again.

Pretty Little Lies

17 Oct

Property of DarkRose Productions
©2014 By Julia DarkRose

**This is not directed at any one person or group. This is simply an overall view of humanity, from my perspective, of course.**

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Pretty Little Lies

Your alarm clock rings again.
You rise and start your day, the same old way…again.

You go through the motions of the living, you keep smiling or crying, but you don’t believe.

You keep hoping, you keep praying, you keep worshiping your absent gods/goddesses, you keep trying to escape. You keep playing your games, reading your fantasy novels, watching movies/TV, telling pretty little lies on FB/Internet groups/pages…
But you don’t believe, not really.

You smile…again. You scream inside of your head, please wake me from this dream. Your mind whispers to you…
Please don’t fix me, I’m not broken. I’m the lie living for you so you can hide away from reality, from the beautiful world that you’re allowing to pass you by, that you have never truly seen.

Oh, my sweet Dark Angel, please don’t cry…

Put down the alcohol, remove the syringe from your sacred flesh, flush the pills down the toilet, turn off the TV, put down the book of make-believe (for awhile), remove yourself from the fairytale…for truth is stranger than fiction and far more beautiful.

Suddenly you will know that you’re not sleeping.
You’re wide awake now and you’re still here…

Now, face the truth, face your truth, so that you may finally start to live.

Or you can continue to be an empty shell, filling yourself up with all the pretty little lies…then, of course, you will never truly know all that you are capable of. You will never allow yourself the chance to know all that you might be capable of. You will never truly know all the people you could have helped save (assuming you want to help save people). You’ll never know how much you could have truly help change our world (assuming that you are actually wide awake and want to help evolve our world in a positive forward motion). You will forever be empty. Nothing will ever be able to fill your essence, your mind, your body, the way that the truth of reality can.

Living a lie, living in a fantasy world, will only, in the long run, hurt you, those around you, those you love and eventually, just like a domino effect, living a lie will hurt our precious Mother Earth. Pretty little lies, turn into big ugly lies…they kill your true spirit…they are a disease.

As always, you choose. Are you strong enough to accept reality? What are you truly made of? What do you want to be truly made of? Are you willing to pull your head out of the sand and start to truly live? Are you ready to make the hard choices that will lead you down a path riddled with hardships so that you might finally realize your truest self, your truest essence, and realize what you are truly capable of?

I, Julia DarkRose, am a beacon of Darklight. I always have been and I always will be. I know what I’m made of. I choose to know the truth over pretty little lies…do you wish to walk with me in the beautiful, erotic, pure truth of reality?
~JDR

Church

10 Sep

Amen!
Welcome to my church…I worship at the altar of erotic truth and the purity of the light found within the sensual darkness.
Happy Season of Darkness…
~Julia DarkRose

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