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Real Vampire News Intertview

19 Jul

http://realvampirenews.com/vampire-media-a-roundtable-chat/

Julia DarkRose~Living Vampire 2013

“Thank You”

25 May
This is an excerpt of a “Thank You,” written by Johnny DB Crow for the first issue of The DarkRose Journal-ReVamped.

Property of DarkRose Productions
© Johnny DB Crow 2013
Julia DarkRose~Queen 1 Watermark
 Thank You DarkRose Journal

I can honestly say that I have the DRJ to thank for completely changing my life and very existence!
How you say?
Well, I will be glad to tell you…

I first discovered the DRJ as an advertisement in some long forgotten underground magazine back in 1995. Yes, 1995. We are all getting older. I wrote a letter to a Lady DarkRose, I assumed the person that wrote and published the magazine. Just a short letter introducing myself, inquiring about ordering information, price, etc. To my surprise, she went ahead and sent me a copy, a letter in her lovely script and scent (she always smells of roses) saying she trusted me to send payment and hoped that I enjoyed her magazine, a questionnaire to fill out and some DRJ flyers that I still have to this day.

I immersed myself into this incredible collection of beautifully written darkness, finding deep truths about myself. I learned that I wasn’t evil incarnate like I had been called all my life. There were others like myself and they weren’t hiding or denying who or what they were.
Leading, organizing, fighting and sacrificing for this group of like minded individuals (now the so called OVC) was this Lady DarkRose that trusted me enough to send her magazine at her own expense, assuming I was honorable and respectful enough to send payment, I was. Just from her words, actions and obvious passion for like minded kind, I knew that I loved this DarkRose and thought her beautiful. I filled out the questionnaire and returned it, which she still has today. In her next letter, DarkRose sent me a photo of herself and unfuckingholyshit! She was the most beautiful woman in the world!!! I was already in love with her just through her words and ideals, when I saw her, I saw my vision of absolute perfection I had always imagined and fantasized about.

*End Excerpt*

*These are his words, not mine. I have to emphasize (how sad that I feel I have to always include disclaimers) the fact that I didn’t write this about myself, lest I be accused of being a media whore, a narcissist, a glamour vampyre slut (who steals other women’s husbands/boyfriends) or a myriad of other untruths that people who actually feel unsatisfied with what they’ve allowed themselves to become and the life they have chosen to live, need to spew at me (Lol), without any valid foundation from which they draw upon these hate-filled fabled conclusions. smile emoticon… I am simply sharing but another person’s (one of many) gratitude for who and what I have chosen to become and for who and what I keep becoming, and my efforts to help others from that which I have already lived, and from that which I am living and will live.This was published in issue 1 of ‘The DarkRose Journal’-ReVamped copyright 2013.*

Thank you.
~Julia DarkRose

**This is a photo of one of the flyers I sent to Johnny DB Crow in 1995.*

Thank You DRJ

In Darkness

23 May

*Ninth re-posting of some of my favorite literary pieces. Thank you for your time and patience and understanding with me and my re-posts. Even though many have already experienced my symphony of utterance, again and again, many have not. I know, through decades of my writing, that my thoughts turned into the printed word, have helped many people, indeed, still does reach many and help them find themselves and their way on the often winding and treacherous road of life. :-)*

The Darkness of the universe
whispered into my soul,
It breathed it’s breath of life into me,
And said, I am coming, you must live…

Oh, and live, I shall…

In Darkness                                                   Ludavik~Vampire 3 Watermark

Happy our early days,
when we shined in our
dark angel-infancy,
before we understood this world.

Oh, my darling night!
There is in your children,
a deep and dazzling darklight!
Through all our fleshly desires
glittering streams of truth and everlastingness
reach our spirits,
our eyes enthrall at it, as at eternity.

We see every night,
the kindred moon,
every night we glimpse forever,
we see it like a great ring of a pure
and endless radiant eclipse.

In our darkness,
all is chaotically calm, as it is midnight bright;
And round beneath it,
time in hours, days, years,
driven by the universal spheres,
like a vast shadow moved;
In which the world
and all her beauty were hurled
into our ebon hearts.

We watch the others walking
on their air of false grace and glory,
whose light doth try to trample on our
precious nights.

Their days, which are at best
but dull and pointless,
filled with brightly lit decay.

My darling dark angels,
I cannot send you alone into
the world of false light,
whilst I sit here
basking in the glittering night,
without placing a bloody kiss
upon your dewy smooth cheek,
and a sword bathed
in the blood of false angels,
into your fearless hands.

Go my family, the Angels of the crimson moon
and do what we do best…

Hunt, devour, teach, bring change, give without ego,
and love with the fierce, unquenchable,
dark fire of our nighttime world,
of our universe.

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 compassion’s breath.
Our names are manifold,
Our name is Life.

~Julia DarkRose
©2013

The Vine

22 May

The Vine

I dreamed this earthly part of mine,   11329915_355830031277369_4846568505703915054_n
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 did hang, 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 enthral:
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.
~Julia DarkRose
©2012

21 Years of the DarkRose Journal

11 May

21 Years of the DRJ…This video is a bit long. After all, fitting 21 years of all my blood, sweat, and tears (literally) into one short video is a daunting task, to say the least. This is the Smilebox version (my video editing program). If you watch it all the way to the end, you will not be disappointed…unless you are one of my haters that secretly likes me and watches everything I do, lol. Enjoy, I hope.
~Julia DarkRose

Issue 4 hard copy cover

Stardusted

15 Apr

When all is done, much of human life is, at the greatest and the best, but like a froward child, that must be played with and humored a little to keep it quiet till it falls asleep, and then the care is over.

Why waste a perfectly miraculous and beautiful thing, your life?

One of the perks of being me, a real living Dark Angel…wasting my life, not living my life the most passionately and the fullest that I can, is not a part of who/what nature hath made me!

Whatever your path in life is, whatever you do, try to understand how miraculous life is. I speak as someone who has (from those looking at it from the outside) an unimaginable life of pure horror. I do know what the worst life has to offer actually consists of…Yet I know with all of my being, that life is a miraculous and beautiful thing. Don’t waste it on nonsense!

Stardusted

Lower than the grave
my darklight began,
into the starry heavens
soon I ran:
Here between earth
and space I shine,
my fallen dust
the twin to thine…
Star that I was,
star that I am,11045414_339259776267728_1044992226491512736_n
star I shall ever be,
my name is woman.

While you see me across the sky
to wake and live and burn and die,
all in a crimson flash,
eternity watches me fall.
My trail of fire, no fire of the sun’s,
my star, a silver mirror,
a sphere, clear as glass,
my veiled face, a bright cloud,
more radiant for it’s obscurity,
my mystery, whose shadow
stands proud beneath the light,
my world, whose lands remain
unknown to most,
while I shinest most evident of all
beyond this world:

I reveal to you now
all that is obscure and hidden under day’s illusion;
I reveal to you the nature of all that you see,
set so far from earthly lands,
above earthly sight;
I appear to you now
in this crystal of fleshly stardust…

If you will have Antares,
scarlet sting of Scorpius,
or count for wealth, Capella,
gold-fleeced goat,
or Rigel, fire of sapphire,
pivot to Orions pace,
or Sirius his dog,
as white as snow,
yet flashing every color,
then come and find the darklight
you seek.
Mirrored in the red water,
break the wet glass,
pluck out my star
by my radiant tresses…

But do not dare
to look upon my stardusted face,
do not dare to know truth,
lest you go blind;
Bear me only in your mind.

A shuddering star,
I shiver and burst
on the moons white horn,
on this flashing sphere,
this globe of rainbows…
streaming air,
turbid world,
trembling planet,
great as what’s inside your head,
but thin as a thread
that wind can tear
from your precious life’s web,
do not despair…
Let this be said:

Out of the sun
you are ever born,
follow it not, that blinding orb,
with anxious eye…
With my words of midnight silk
and actions of dark love,
I will hold it together,
your web of life,
though what we have created,
may fall,
in tears,
like meteors,
from the sky.

I am the darklight…

I am borne from stardust…
Like falling glitter from the eye of the universe,
down, down, down,
onto this Earth.

I am woman,
the beloved daughter of our Mother,
the darkest light of all.

~Julia DarkRose
©2013

Raven’s Kiss

1 Apr

Raven’s Kiss

The midnight whisper of my seraphic hands
Opens the veil of your being,
Clothes you in a further nudity,
Uncovers the bodies of your body,

 The truth of my velvety salvation
Invents another essence for you flesh.
Julia DarkRose-Ravens Kiss

Oh, I am the Eternal Feminine…

When it is time,
I will come to you
And sit upon your lap,
Revealing to you, a fallen angel,
And what I do.

I will be far darker than they,
those angels of the day,
Creating us joy that becomes
A twisted crimson curve;
With seductive pale feet,
I pounce upon your burning desirous flesh.

Damned by your false god of puppets,
Cherished by the Almighty Creator,
I’ve fallen, hard and bloody,
From your idols imaginary grace.

I will prepare you to
Laugh! Sing! Cry!
To be truly loved!
And to die for love,
Oh how we will…
Over and over again.

~Julia DarkRose
©2015

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