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Betwixt the Guts…

29 Mar
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New Era of the Dragon~Video

19 Mar

Because several people have asked and I apologize for not doing a thorough enough job, through my creations, communicating what the image I created is actually symbolizing.

I hope this description will allow a better understanding for those who choose to apply that which I have lived and am living and try to translate through my various artistic endeavors, to their lives for personal transformation and, in time, societal transformation.

The apple represents universal knowledge applied as earned wisdom. The butterfly represents endless personal transformation based on said knowledge applied as wisdom. The blood covering the apple and butterfly and my hand (hand is to convey Mankind’s role in our universe)…the blood covering it all, conveys my lineage (Draconian) and our role with Mankind.
Thank you, kindly, for asking.
~Julia DarkRose Caples
🌹👍

 

New Era of the Dragon

“A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies,” Preview

19 Mar

“A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies,” Book Preview
This video is a teeny tiny sliver of the themes that are immured within the viscerous marrow of Her pages.

Video Preview of My Book

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Paranormal Radio

22 Aug

51 Areas Paranormal Talk Radio

51 Areas paranormal Talk Radio

51 Areas

I am booked to be on this radio/podcast show September 22nd, the Autumnal Equinox. You will want to tune in and listen. I never disappoint. Hehehe, many of you are already well aware of this fact.  Julia FB Profiles Pics Halloween 2017

Thank you kindly for your brief attention.
~Julia DarkRose Caples

Love Me Not (Just Fuck Me…Please!)

17 Jul

Image and prose are property of Julia DarkRose
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

The DarkRose Journal-ReVamped: Issue 6…Now Available!

9 Sep

DRJ Issue 6 Lst Page

The DarkRose Journal-ReVamped,Issue 6 hard copy is not available yet (probably tomorrow), however, the ezine version is available.

If anyone is interested in receiving the 160 page ezine, please just message me (either on the DRJ FB page or my personal FB page, or my email) with an email that you can receive the very large pdf ezine at.

My email: darqrose@gmail.com

*Uh oh, my delicious darkness is dripping…all over the place!*

~Julia DarkRose

The Vine

23 Jun
Property of DarkRose Productions
By Julia DarkRose ©2012
 
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The Vine
I dreamed this earthly part of mine,
Was metamorphosed to a vine;
Which crawling, creeping, one and every way,
Enthralled my dainty Rose.
Me thought, her creamy, white legs and thighs,
I with my tendrils did surprise;
Her belly, buttocks, and her slender waist,
By now soft nervelets were embraced.

About her head, I hung a writhing tangle of sensuality,
And with rich clusters (Hid among the leaves)
Her temples I behung,
So that my Rose seemed to me,
Young Bacchus ravished by his tree.
My curls about her neck did crawl,
And arms and hands they did enthrall:
So that she could not freely move,
(All her parts made prisoner).

But when I crept with leaves to hide those parts,
Which she keeps unespied,
Such fleeting pleasures there I took,
That with that fancy I awoke;
And found (Ah me!)
This flesh of mine,
More like a rock hard stock, than like a vine.

~JDR

 

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