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Imperfect

2 Aug

Imperfect

“If art is to truly imitate life, then by the imperfect nature of life, it,  humanity’s art, must then, too, be imperfect.”

~©Julia DarkRose 2017

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*I could not find the photographer’s name for this photo. However, it is clearly watermarked on lower right corner of photo. I in no way have any rights to this photograph.*
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Closing Thoughts

26 Jun

Closing Thoughts
By Julia DarkRose                                                            Dancer of Fire
©2015

This one thought keeps echoing in my head…
fear prevents one from joining the fray of life,
leaving only carrion while the brave carry off the choicest meats.
With that thought, I rise and howl. The hunt has begun…soon I will be drowsy and reveling in my blood-euphoria. The
mere thought of my prey’s blood coursing through my body, being covered in their sanguine elixir…devouring
(this is, of course, subjective, so please spare me your harsh judgements based upon your complete lack of any real experience and/or your reality of NOT being borne a Human Living Vampire-or insert your own label) them body and soul…is almost more than I can bare to think about without my natural borne inferno escaping my fiery spirit and body and setting the world ablaze.

Not yet…once more I go into the fray.
Once more I hunt, devour, and become the glorious predator that nature has made me.
I am a creature of the night.
I am your most horrific nightmare and
I am your most sensual dream.
I am on the prowl.

I understand that not everyone is a
predator (thank the darkness for that, I mean
how would our Mother’s sacred cycle of
life work if we were all the same!?),
but joining the fray of life is necessary for
our own evolution, ergo, the continued
positive evolution of our precious earth.

At some point in your life (if you are fortunate and aware enough)
the phoenix will appear to you and present to you the opportunity to die in the fire and rise from your own ashes…a spiritual/psychological/physical death.

In order to achieve the transformation of the
phoenix one must be willing to go into the
fray, no matter how much fear you believe courses through your veins.

Your world seems to have cracked. You feel bruised, smashed. A band of flame circles your heart, you have become
paralyzed with unfounded fear. Fear put inside of you by society, by liars, users, and abusers.

Come with me/us, Julia DarkRose & The DarkRose Journal family,
and rise from the flames and feel the glorious burn of life
and all the beauty and heartache that comes with it.
Or not. It, your life and its quality, are always up to you.

The tears upon your face are like splashes of gems.
Your eyes are now wide and black and crazed with life.
You look and see your eyes and in the depths of them,
as if in polished mirrors, the ages of the earth, truth and eternal love, fire and darkness.
You are finally home.

~Julia DarkRose

Into the New Darklight

30 May

This, my final re-post…for at least 2 months (that’s my best guess, lol), is the “Letter From the Editor,” from Issue 6 (or maybe 5, my mind wanders sometimes and the things not immediately needed to remember in life get jumbled inside, lol). Again, thank you to everyone who has taken a few minutes out of their lives to read my literary art. It truly does mean more to me than I can easily convey in a social media post. It is my hope that somewhere, lurking either in the shadows of my words or standing up right in front of you whilst reading my hard earned wisdom (which is, of course, subjective), that you find what you need, if indeed you are searching, or that you find peace, if you are indeed in need, or
that my life transformed into prose, has somehow, in some way, helped you or at the very least, entertained you.

First, I would like to remind everyone of The DarkRose Journal ‘Fine Print,’ which has graced Her crimson pages from the very first issue (1994)…

By Julia DarkRose
©1994

Fine Print                                                            Julia DarkRose~Living Vampire 2013

This Journal is dedicated to exploring the pleasures of the Dark
and alternative realities, through the arts. These do not include
any manner of violent acts, kinkiness with unwilling parties,
sexual misconduct, exploitation of the young and/or innocent,
or illegal activities of any kind, even if the only aggrieved party
might be a right wing extremist, a left wing extremist, or a
politician.

Articles and features in the Journal are of an informative,
educational, historical, entertaining, or satirical nature.
Those who do not enjoy the Journal and do not wish to expand
their understanding of the world in which they live, and/or
broaden their horizons by exploring or reading about alternative
lifestyles that the Journal describes, should simply put it down
and not read the damn thing. The Dark and alternative lifestyles
are meant only for those who desire it, and is not meant to be
foisted upon any unsuspecting parties.

We do not practice evil
(Which is subjective anyway),
encourage anarchy, or think people should wear fishing hats to
funerals-although we defend the rights of people to do any of
these.

All those people out there who have such lonely lives and so
much free time on their hands that they think they should care
what books other people read, what movies they watch, and
which Gods (if any) they worship should just shut the hell up
and try to develop some kind of life of their very own.
So, there.
~The DarkRose Journal~

Into The New DarkLight
By Julia DarkRose
©2014

I am the darklight of all days that are passed, and my name is evolution.
I am the darklight of this day today, and my name is renewal.
I am the darklight of all days to be, and my name is
revelation…

Ancient flesh turned to stone,
Whitened dust of ancient bone,
Pure as death, cold as snow,
Dead thou wast, but livest now.
Crystal crushed, vision broken,
Spirit fettered, words unspoken,
What is frozen shall be warm,
What is formless shall take form,
What was scattered shall be whole,
Given life within this deceiver’s wasteland.

White of petals, white of ice,
White of dust and white of stone,
White of crystal, white of bone,
All things keeping, all things giving,
Out of nothing, all things living,
Out of emptiness, all darklight,
Out of blindness, now our sight.

I am now the crimson Light risen out of pure darkness:
From my brow springs all life again and again.
I am now evolved, I am now renewed,
I am now thy hope, and thy covenant, and thy
revelation.

I am alive; I wake from within my own dark embrace;
The white owl ascends, and I rise…

Out of the whitened ashes of humanity’s fire,
Out of the white stone and the white crystal,
Out of the pure white flame;
My feathers are scarlet and they are azure,
They are fiery, they are verdant,
They are golden, and they are of royal purple;
I am all things living,
I am the spring and the summer,
I am the autumn and the winter,
I am time, I am revelation,
I burn from this first dawn
Even unto the last darkness of this glorious life
Into which I will fall
And from which I will rise again…

I do not end, I am the DarkLight,
I have just begun!

Welcome to Issue 5
of The DarkRose Journal!

Welcome to renewal, healing,
empowerment, self-revelation, and true
transformation within the beautiful,
rejuvenating, Darkness.
From within your very own flames
of self-evolution.
Stand up and rise from the ashes!

*I enlarged this photo still from the last documentary that I did and it blurred. Sorry about that. Everyone say “Hello,” to Wes Hendricks, it is his blood that I am devouring. Thank you Wes! :-)*

The Devil’s Breath

10 Jan

Property of DarkRose Productions
©2015 By Julia DarkRose

**This prose is, of course, written metaphorically.**

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‘Without the Devil, No “God”.’

Born this night,
Father of Fathers
Husband to Mother of Mothers,
Father of red waters
Father of black leaves,
Cup of silver, cup of crimson joy,
Holding the dark waters of sky,
Holding the dark waters of birth,
Holding the dark waters of sea,
Holding the dark waters of The Mother,
Bear the world the black magic child,
Who shall be thy child?
It shall be we, the crimson tribe.

Thou who are Lucifer
Thou who are Azazel
Thou who are Satan
Thou who are The Devil
Thou who are true Darklight
Thou who livest in true darkness
Thou who createst
Thou who destroyest
Thou who changest ever
From life to death
And death to life,
Never to hide thy face of cold fury,
Ready thy warm womb
Of mercy and truth,
Quench thy cold white fire,
In the fervid blood of life.

We are thy children,
Therefore art thou our true Father.
Now is the season of Darklight.
Now is the season of birth.
Who shall see him,
Springing from the rose-red waters of the womb?
From the womb of the moon,
From the womb of the Ebon Mother,
From the womb of verity.
Who shall see him
Where he springs forth?
Here and now, he shall be seen,
Here in us,
He shall be born,
Here his dark love
Shall be revealed.

Birthed of The mighty Prince,
Here we are,
Babes of the moon,
Born now for all of you.
We are the faerie children,
We are brother and son,
We are sister and daughter,
We are mother and father,
We are the earth,
We are the water,
We are the air,
We are the fire,
We are The Devil’s breath.
Our name is Legion,
Our name is Life.

My Dark Father whispered into my soul,
He breathed his breath of life into me,
He said,” I am coming, you must live…”

Oh, and live, I shall.

~Julia DarkRose

The Kiss

6 Jan

©2015 Julia DarkRose
**I have a sister in darkness or two that I would be honored to give

my dark bloody kiss to.**

The Kiss

After hot loveless nights, when cold winds stream,
sprinkling the frost and dew, before the inky light.
Bored with the foolish things that sanguine girls must dream
because their beds are empty of rubied dark delight.

The two sisters, one a beauty with strands of midnight
and one of golden fire, rise and strip.
Out from the night
their horses run to their low-whistled pleas-
Vast phantom shapes with eyeballs rolling white
That sneeze a fiery stream about their knees:

Through the crisp manes their stealthy prowling hands,
stronger than curbs, in slow caresses rove,
they gallop down across the milk-white sands
and wade far out into the sleeping cove:
The frost stings sweetly with a burning crimson kiss
as intimate as true love, as cold as death:
Their lips, whereon delicious tremors hiss,
fume with the ghostly pollen of their copper breath.

Far out on the grey silence of the flood
they watch the dawn as the smouldering horizon expands
beyond them; and the day burns through their blood
like a white candle through a quivering hand.

~©Julia DarkRose

Original Artwork ©Julia DarkRose 2012

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

Julia DarkRose Ray (Caples)

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