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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

“Clean”

10 Sep

You can only be truly clean within your all so very human spirit by rising out of the filth of humanity….by embracing the soil and the beastliness and madness of our great Mother. You must be dirty to become clean…yet it is truly only when we are at our “dirtiest” that we are actually at our purest, at our, if you will, our “cleanest.”

My spirit is clean…for I embrace the beast from whence I came, for I embrace the madness within our Mother’s soil…for I accept the truth of my humanity…for I have not fallen prey to the illusion of a gods grace…I am the earth, the soil, the filth, the beast and I am so very fucking clean.

~Julia DarkRose

Words & Photograph ©Julia DarkRose 2014/2017

Spectre

24 Jul

Property of DarkRose Productions
© Julia DarkRose 2014
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Spectre

How shall you cease from drowning from within your spiritual sleep?
Where you have taken refuge in deep silence?
Doth deception already rouse you with its musical treachery?
No, the spectre has naught to do with melody or song.
It is a malignant sound, a ghost of sound,
an echo of some heedless laughter you have known-
yet where is your laughter now that lies are revealed?
Yours is the sound of hurtful noise changed to stone,
and warmth to frost, and false fire to reflection:
O fearful ghost!

You are but…

Scourge of the enslaved,
Doom of freedom,
Egg of the serpent,
Web of the spider,
Servant of lies,
Lamp of delusion
Beacon of indecency,
Bearer of erroneous power,
Broken crystal of knowledge,
Mirror of madness
You are not redemption.

In truth, you are self-damnation.
Why do you adore the spectre?
In truth, you should abhor thee.
Oh how you rejoice in your “awakening,”
oh how you, that are bound and gagged, crawl from
the beautiful music of truth,
to be embraced by deceptions comforting.

Warm is the dark kiss that will break your brainwashed soul,
bound in your desolate web, trying to set yourself free;
Dying in formless, cold flame, now try to learn to live:
If you hold fast to your frail thread,
your last false light shall never be shed.
Ghost, and ghoul, Banshee of filth,
What matter is it if you feed that evil:
Can it not be a beauteous beast,
are you not better for beauty still?
Oh my, yes, let yourself be well betrayed
and led to death by discordant singing
where no sting blinds, no pain astounds,
and even in anguish, no voice sounds.

Shatter your mirror of madness
Live free and fearless!
The moon has risen,
she is here to bear a mirror
for your altered face.
Look through the spectre
and into the darklight.

Drink from the sanguine well,
quench your parched spirit.
Part your lips and blow…
Blow that spectre far, far away.

~©Julia DarkRose 2014/2017

Social Media

23 Jul

Bloody FB Like

‘A newbie to social media’
Definition: If I may borrow a line from one of my favorite movies,
“Fresh meat for the beast.”
~Julia DarkRose

House of Flesh

23 Jun
Property of DarkRose Productions
By Julia DarkRose © 2014

*For those that actually read my literary art, you will notice that this prose is actually a joining of two previous pieces. :-)*
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House of Flesh

Clouded by tears
torn by wind,
ragged with mist:
Ravaged by night,
abandoned by day,
shadows of gray:
My house of flesh
from which I ascend…

My mind
has broken
My bone
has cracked
My blood
has clot
My heart
has stopped
My flesh
has rot…

I sleep,
the sleep of gray,
where the gold and purple
of living fall away.
Here I lie,
beside the bustling of life,
past pain or joy,
desire or fear.
I am the stricken,
dying of death,
shrouded in weeds,
wrapped in my loss:
Silent I wait,
there is no healing
where I decay
nothing is sound,
silent I wait,
in my house of flesh.

I must choose of sleep or madness:
I go then, sleep that gray and soundless sleep
that comes before the silent nothing.
Warmed only by my poor domestic fire,
that lean and flickering flame,
lit upon my mortal hearth to comfort me in Autumns decay:
For it may warm, if not the spirit or the heart,
And least my chilled bones yet awhile.

I ponder the thoughts of the dark dreaming…
Are these not the words of some gray serpent
flickering in the dust?
Would it not be better to go mad and rave,
to court the fair illusion of a greater fire?

My serpents’ fiery tongue
licks my sleeping cold, tired lips,
and reveals this truth to me…

Death is death, and even madness
should soon play us false.
Better to sleep, better to close the curtains tight
against the treacherous laughter of the Light,
and sleep with yet a little fire on the hearth:
Then when the last torrid tongue flickers and is gone,
The sleeper knows it not.
Go now fair lady and sleep.
Your birth, your youth, your prime,
your proud excess, your cosmic fall:
Your mean prize of poverty and dull decline,
your lean possessions now shrunk to fill a little box:
All your senses, your delights,
turned pale and leached of taste,
now ended all, and you are all that’s left
to fill the silences between the ticks of time.
You, my dearest, have paled to a scentless draught
that rusts the heart to a mere foolish ticking clock…

So, now I sleep with him, the Gray.
Though blood and flesh not be shed,
I now have found and end to my despair.
Now my mirror of madness,
reflects only my dark perfection.

~JDR

 

Edited-The Real 7 Deadly Sins

22 Jun

For those interested, here is the edited version of my video.

Thank you to those who took a few moments out of their lives to watch.

I deeply and truly appreciate it and you.

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The Real 7 Deadly Sins

17 Jun

My video is not perfect & it’s too long. However, I believe that it is worth unleashing your mind and giving it a go. Thank you kindly.

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 The unequivocal truth about the world we have created and inhabit.
I do not own the rights to the music or any of the images used in the making of this video unless otherwise specified.
©DarkRose Productions

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WO49iW-BbLk

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