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Southern Gothic Ascending

21 Mar

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Southern Gothic Ascending

Julia DarkRose-Girl's Night Out Edit for Video Text

Because sometimes I forget that not everyone understands the world the way I do and quite often, many of those people have no fucking clue about what I am trying to communicate…

SOUTHERN GOTHIC
noun
1.
a literary genre depicting life in the southern US and featuring grotesque themes and imagery
Collins English Dictionary – Complete & Unabridged 2012 Digital Edition
© William Collins Sons & Co. Ltd. 1979, 1986 © HarperCollins
Publishers 1998, 2000, 2003, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2009, 2012

American Psychological Association (APA):
southern gothic. (n.d.). Collins English Dictionary – Complete & Unabridged 10th Edition. Retrieved March 20, 2018 from Dictionary.com website http://www.dictionary.com/browse/southern-gothic

ASCEND
Definition of ‘ascend’
Learner: ascendAmerican: ascend English: ascend Example sentences

ascend
(əsɛnd )
Word forms: ascends, ascending, ascended
1. transitive verb
If you ascend a hill or staircase, you go up it.
2. intransitive verb
If a staircase or path ascends, it leads up to a higher position.
3. intransitive verb
If something ascends, it moves up, usually vertically or into the air.
4. See also ascending
COBUILD Advanced English Dictionary. Copyright © HarperCollins Publishers

MORPHOLOGY
morphology in American
(mɔrˈfɑlədʒi ; môrfälˈəjē)
noun
1.
the branch of biology that deals with the form and structure of animals and plants
2.
a.
the branch of linguistics that deals with word structure and with functional changes in the forms of words, such as inflection and compounding
b.
the study of the structure, classification, and relationships of morphemes
3.
any scientific study of form and structure, as in physical geography
4.
form and structure, as of an organism, regarded as a whole
Webster’s New World College Dictionary, 4th Edition. Copyright © 2010 by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. All rights reserved.

TAPROOT
aproot in American
(ˈtæpˌrut ; tapˈro̅otˌ)
noun
a main root, growing almost vertically downward, from which small branch roots spread out
Webster’s New World College Dictionary, 4th Edition. Copyright © 2010 by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. All rights reserved.

THRESHOLD
threshold
Pronunciation /ˈθrɛʃˌhəʊld//ˈθrɛʃəʊld/
NOUN
1A strip of wood or stone forming the bottom of a doorway and crossed in entering a house or room.

‘he stood on the threshold of Sheila’s bedroom’
More example sentencesSynonyms
1.1in singular A point of entry or beginning.
‘she was on the threshold of a dazzling career’
More example sentencesSynonyms
1.2 The beginning of an airport runway on which an aircraft is attempting to land.
Example sentences
2The magnitude or intensity that must be exceeded for a certain reaction, phenomenon, result, or condition to occur or be manifested.

‘nothing happens until the signal passes the threshold’
as modifier ‘a threshold level’
© 2018 Oxford University Press

OLD-WORLD
Definition of ‘Old World’
Learner: old worldAmerican: Old World1American: Old World2American: old-worldEnglish: Old WorldEnglish: old-worldExample sentencesTrends
Word Frequency
old world
also Old World also old-world
adjective [ADJ n]
Old world is used to describe places and things that are or seem to be from an earlier period of history, and that look interesting or attractive.
The newcomers to the Village were attracted by its winding streets and Old World charm.
COBUILD Advanced English Dictionary. Copyright © HarperCollins Publishers

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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.*

Ludavik, My Love

4 Mar

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Ludavik,

The cry of my body and soul for completeness, that is a cry for you. The divine in me and the beast in me and all deep things come up from the abyss and I would barter my soul to be your prize for a single night.

Come to me, press upon my brow the coolness of your tender lips that I may hear the thunder of your love this night…

Be no longer tender, cover me with frenzied dark kisses, even as I would drench my body in the sweet torrents of the rain…envelop me from throat to ankle in ruby delirium, intolerable pleasure…true love.

To love you like the midnight storm, to hear the wild beating of your veins, to feel flame shuddering your body and to agonize you with my ardor, to crush you as a flower upon my milk white breast, to bear you away to some secret valley where I would love you into crimson honeyed oblivion.

I want to eat the light flaring out from your beautiful body…as I pace around, hungry, sniffing the twilight of your essence…hunting for you, for your hot heart…I want to love you to death.

~Julia DarkRose
©2105

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

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.**

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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.

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

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