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The Darkling Plain

16 Apr

The Darkling Plain

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hither and thither spins
The windborne, mirroring soul;
A thousand glimpses they have,
And yet, they never see the whole…
Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep,
Where the winds are now all asleep.
Nature, with perfect plan,
Sees all her children at play;
Sees them try to control the mighty winds.
Then, in her masterful wisdom,
Watches the wind sweep her children away.

Oh, the day in its hotness,
Brings strife and pain;
Oh, but the sweet night, in her silence,
Brings the stars and their calm.
It is no small thing
To have enjoyed the moonlit night,
To have lived in the shadowed light,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done;
To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes!
‘Tis true, all human beasts have a beating heart…

The sea of humanity
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
It lay like folds of a lover’s smile, bright and furled and sincere;
But now, nature’s children, mostly only hear
It’s melancholy, long, withdrawing roar
Retreating, to the breath of the night wind,
Down the vast edges bleak
And naked seashore of the world.

Ah, but for those who know the beauty of Dark love,
Let us be true to one another!
For those not born of the glittering night, the world,
Which seems to lie before them like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new, so old,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

For those of us who revel in the velvet radiance of the darklight,
We are here on the darkling plain,
Come, children of darkness, let us away;
Down and away below!

Now I hear my brothers and sisters,
Calling from the bay,
Now the great night winds shorewards blow,
Now the salt tides seawards flow; Now the wild white horses play,
Champ and chafe and toss in the spray and the starry moonlight.

Down, down, down!
Down to the very depths of the sea!

We, those dwelling in the darkling plain,
Sing most joyfully with our
orchestra…
The precious song of the night.
My sea of darkness is calm
tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies
fair upon the straits…
I hear not the world applauding it’s hollow ghost,
While the others only see the phantom of themselves,
I hear the quietess of my spirit…
I see my whole…
Dark tidings to all,
And to all a dark night…
Now I creep into my narrow bed,
I creep, and let no more be said!

~Julia DarkRose
©2012

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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)

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

Beyond Our Grasp

10 Jul

The Hard Copy (the ezine cover features the fabulously dark and wonderful human being, Johnny Daggers!) cover for Issue 6 of ‘The DarkRose Journal’ is finished. You DO NOT want to miss your opportunity to purchase Issue 6. This will be the last of Her quarterly issues. After this She, The DarkRose Journal, will only be published once a year, around Halloween/Samhain. Have no doubt that she will be a voluminous tome of exquisite sensually & spooky dark artistry.

**A sneak peek at the front and back covers, just for you, The DarkRose Journal Community of awesomeness!!!!**

Thank you.
~Julia DarkRose
Cover Six 2.0

Cover Six Back 2.0

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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Ebon Rhapsody

22 Oct

Property of DarkRose Productions
Copyright 10/22/13
By Julia DarkRose Ray

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This is my third attempt at rewriting this prose. I am still not satisfied with it. Many may not understand the fundamentals of writing, so let me explain why I am having such a difficult time with this prose. Most of my prose is written in a mixture of old world English and 18th to 19th century English, with a little modern English here and there. Well, writing in this way is not easy, at all, not if I want my prose to make sense and relatively easy for my readers to “decode”. It is truly a bit of an unusual talent to be able to write in this format. Some of my prose that is written this way, I just cannot seem to get them exactly the way they need to be. So, this is my third attempt at this particular prose. Thank you for taking the time to [try] read it.

***Also, almost all of my writing, prose, articles, and so on, there is something that I do that makes my writing unmistakeably mine. Several of my fans and devoted readers, have caught on and even asked me if I knew that I had written certain things in a certain way on purpose, Lol…yes, I did and continue to do so. I wonder who can find my “trademark” writing within my works? For anyone stealing my work, would undoubtedly try to change it, thinking I had made a mistake, .
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Ebon Rhapsody

Come to her empty of your day fire misery.
Embrace the rubescent maiden,
most perfect Lady of Night,
who brings a noise of valiant winds
and the rushing rivers of ebon truth.

For the liars burning aurora,
acid rains and shallow ruins are over
and all the season of betrayal and vileness,
shall now wither to poisoned dust.
The days dividing lover and lover
are washed away by Her mighty storm.
The light that loses substance,
shall be replaced by our precious Night that substantiates;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
and frosts slain,
and nighttime flowers begotten.
In shadowed underwood
we are covered blossom by blossom,
the crimson Spring begins…

Before the beginning of years
there came to the making of human kind,
time, with a gift of tears;
Sorrow, with a glass that always flowed;
Pleasure, with pain for genesis;
Summer, with flowers that fell;
Remembrance fallen from ebon rhapsody
and beautiful madness risen from Pandemonium;
Strength with the spirit to smite;
Love that endures for all breaths;
Darkness, the creator of light, and life,
the shadow of Death…

Then the sun was borne…
and swallowed the gospel of our Lady Night.
Eyesight and speech they, those vacant souls, wrought,
for the veils of the spirit therein,
a time for labor and diseased thought,
a time to serve false verity and enslave;
They gave the children of the Moon
the false light of their ways and selfish love,
and a space for insipid delight,
masked beauty and the length of disturbing days
and the dim gloom, they call midnight,
permission to sleep in the arms of our own
luminous Dark Mother.

Their speech is a burning fire of atrophied spiritual waste;
With their deceiver lips
they travail the delusions of the begotten son;
In their hearts is a blind desire,
in their shrouded eyes
foreknowledge of untrue death;
They try to weave our lives,
clothed with derision
of what they mistakenly fear.
Swine they are
and shall not reap the dark joy
and wisdom of the eventide.
They exist as a confused vision
between a sleep and asleep.

Oh, we have seen thee,
o false love,
thou aren’t true;
Thou aren’t goodly,
thou aren’t the burning
of unconditional love,
of the spirit of creation,
thou art a lie…

For your words divide and rend;
But ours, the red moon tribes,
eclipsed silence, is most noble till the end.

Perhaps…

30 Mar

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“Knowledge WAS inherent in all things. The world WAS a library and its books were the stones, leaves, grass, brooks and the birds and animals that shared, alike with us, the storms and blessings of the earth.”
~Luther Standing Bear, Lakota tribe

Perhaps the way back is the way forward…

Perhaps moving forward and evolving physically, emotionally, and intellectually, in a positive way, does not mean better technology, faster food, more conveniences, less physical interaction with other people and nature, and so on, perhaps the road to the tomorrow that consists of Earth and her people being whole and healthy, and in balance with our Mother, is not the road that leads to bigger, better, faster….
~DarkRose

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