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Love Me Not (Just Fuck Me…Please!)

17 Jul

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By Julia DarkRose
©2015

*This is meant to be a fun prose. I am most definitely poking fun at over dramatic Goths and wanna-be vamps.*
(And yes, that is real human blood, taken right from the source, flowing from my mouth and down my breasts…no delusions here.)

Love Me Not (Just Fuck Me, Please!)

Tell me no more of minds embracing minds,
and hearts exchanged for hearts;
Tell me no more of dark spirits meeting and becoming one dark soul.
Tell me no more of our unbodied essence
sharing the dark bloody kiss,
and then like fallen angels, twist and become one in our despair,
and oh, so very misunderstood, dark bliss.

I was once that silly thing that once wrought
to practise this esoteric love;
I climb’d from Gothic sex to Gothic soul, from somber soul to thought;
But thinking there to move,
headlong I rolled from thought to soul, and then
from soul I lighted at the bloody sex again.

As some strict down-looked women pretend to fast,
who yet in closets eat;
So lovers who profess of the spirits taste,
Feed yet on grosser meat;
I know they boast their souls to souls convey,
however they meet, the body is the way.

Come, I will undeceive thee.
They that tread those vain intangible ways,
are like young heirs and alchemists misled
to waste their wealth and days,
for searching thus to be ever rich,
they only find a medicine for the itch.

Oh, keep thy delusions to yourself.
Oh, lie not to me about those imaginary
things which you cannot see.
Oh, my poor, poor, misled, Gothic soul,
oh, love me not,
just fuck me…please!

~Julia DarkRose11248877_373788356148203_6164994560223897999_n

Love Me Not (Just Fuck Me, Please!)

9 Jan
Property of DarkRose Productions
Copyright 2014
By Julia DarkRose Ray

*I’ve posted this prose I wrote last year, a couple of times, I know, forgive me. I did update it a bit. BTW-this is meant to be a fun prose. I am most definitely poking fun at over dramatic Goths and wanna-be vamps. ;-)*
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Love Me Not (Just Fuck Me, Please!)

Tell me no more of minds embracing minds,
and hearts exchanged for hearts;
Tell me no more of dark spirits meeting and becoming one dark soul.
Tell me no more of our unbodied essence sharing the dark bloody kiss,
and then like fallen angels, twist and become one in our despair,
and oh, so very misunderstood, dark bliss.

I was once that silly thing that once wrought
to practise this esoteric love;
I climb’d from Gothic sex to Gothic soul, from somber soul to thought;
But thinking there to move,
headlong I rolled from thought to soul, and then
from soul I lighted at the bloody sex again.

As some strict down-looked women pretend to fast,
who yet in closets eat;
So lovers who profess they spirits taste,
Feed yet on grosser meat;
I know they boast their souls to souls convey,
however they meet, the body is the way.

Come, I will undeceive thee.
They that tread those vain intangible ways,
are like young heirs and alchemists misled
to waste their wealth and days,
for searching thus to be ever rich,
they only find a medicine for the itch.

Oh, keep thy delusions to yourself.
Oh, lie not to me about those imaginary
things which you cannot see.
Oh, my poor, poor, misled, Gothic soul,
oh, love me not,
just fuck me…please!

~JDR

The Raven Minstrel

23 Dec

Property of DarkRose Productions
Copyright 2013
By Julia DarkRose Ray

*This is for Raven Graves, written for her & inspired by her.*

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The Raven Minstrel

A captivating, nightmarish image in the glass appeared,
unnumbered treasures opened at once,
and within her,
the various offerings of the world did emerge;
From each she darkly culled with curious toil,
and decked herself with wisdom’s glittering spoil.

I was but what you’d brush away with your hand,
what your learning brow would bend to in evening’s midnight-black hush.
I was but what your gaze in that darkness could distinguish:
A dim shape to begin with,
later-because you came to me,
features and a face.

It was you on my right,
it was you on my left,
with your heated sighs,
who molded my helix,
whispering sweet, inky love at my side.

It was you by that black window,
the deep, nebulous pools of your bottomless eyes,
who laid in my raw cavern
A voice to call you back.

I was practically blind,
you came into my view,
and inflamed my soul,
on the wings of a Raven.
Then hiding,
from the cruel, lying light,
you gave me my sight
and heightened my life.

Now, the night soaks itself along the crimson shore,
and in your sable eyes,
my branches die of love.

Naked the night sings,
in this starry, gray eve,
of anise and silver moonlight…

So darkly candied you are,
I suck the ruby honey from your dewy breast,
and drunken mad, with wild, delirious bliss,
within your black iridis,
I yield to you my soul,
and drink forever,
from your dark kiss.

~JDR

“I’m so ‘dark'”

20 Oct

 

…Because the truest, purest, most erotically beautiful Darkness…is not dripping with blood, wearing fangs, black attire, Gothic and/or “vampire” clothing, sleeping in a coffin, or dancing in a cemetery (I love dancing in the cemetery, especially when its very windy!).

The truest, most beautiful and erotically pure Darkness, comes from within. We are born to it. It is as much a part of us as the need to breathe in the air.

It’s true, all people have darkness within. For nature is both, light and dark (not to be confused with good and bad). I am, of course, speaking about something more sublime, something ethereal in nature.

The Darkness of creation, the Darkness of Lilith and Lucifer (just mythological symbols) cannot ever be faked or learned from a book, a movie, a video game, a role-playing game, a religion, the occult, and so on…especially if you are born a true dark angel, a true brother and sister of The Tribes of the Moon.

Wolf, Lycan, Vampire, Blood drinker, Bear, Jungle Cats, whatever, to me, we are all the same in spirit. In our fleshly forms we may manifest our hungers and our dark appetites and chosen paths differently from one another, but in the end, at least to me, we all come from the same pure Darkness.

I stand with all my brothers and sisters!

I am a blood drinking (human blood only) wolf…I am the huntress. I am the erotically beautiful creature my Mother and Father of Darkness, of Nature, intended for, needed for me to be.

I DO NOT CARE WHAT LABELS YOU CHOOSE! All brethren of the Moon are my family. I will never forsake my family.

Little Cares

23 Jan

The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday,
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play.
~DarkRose

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