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This Bitter Earth

27 Mar

This Bitter Earth
(Inspired by the song-‘This Bitter earth,’ Sung by Dinah Washington, Music by Max Richter)

This bitter earth…what good are we if we choose to ignore the truth about ourselves and about our amazing gift we call our world…Mother Earth.

Choose…now not later, what you do upon this bitter earth of ours…choose.   Earth-Goddess-fantasy-4942146-800-600
I choose to love and to share my boundless capacity for love with this world. I choose to embrace this bitter earth and to love Her and appreciate all that the Creator (whatever that means for you) has graciously created for me and within me. I choose love, beauty, honor, integrity, and truth…for myself and this bitter earth.

What do you choose?

We call “it” love. For we have no other reference but our own emotions borne from our own human spirits. We call it love, yet this love that we cling to, fight for, and die for, is beyond us, beyond our universe. This holy grail of life…love…is, to me, what the Creator of all (whatever that means to you, for creation of all is so far beyond our limited capabilities of understanding…for now) is comprised of. Love is what the Creator of all has made our universe from, what the Creator has strung all our lives together with. Love is what binds everything together. Love is far more than a chemical reaction, it is far more than just the need to not be alone, it is far more than just a human emotion…Love is what the Creator in all its glory and wisdom (that is far beyond anything we know) has given us. Love is pure energy that can not die, for energy can only be transformed.

What do you choose to do with the most precious of gifts? What do you choose to do with the love that binds our lives, our world, our universe and even beyond, together? Even though our understanding is limited and we are only able to see and feel a sliver of the whole, what do you choose to do with that sliver of the whole that is yours?

Love is the Holy Grail, period. We must start making the changes necessary for our world to heal and to thrive…for us to continue to evolve as the Creator needs us to…by choosing to let go of all that truly doesn’t matter and living our lives as a tribute to all that does truly matter.

Together we are an unstoppable force of, beauty, love and truth upon our precious world…separate, we are a plague of falsehoods, greed, and ugliness. Make what you do matter…then pass it on. Make what we do as a unified people matter…and then pass it on to whomever or whatever comes after us.

Love is the very stardust from which we came, the stardust from whence the Creator breathed its breath of life into and gave humanity its soul…one soul divided into our individual bodies…our star body within our fleshly body.

“Love” is so much more than most can even conceive.

What good am I, if I am only choose to be the dust covering the glow of the rose?

~Julia DarkRose ©2015

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A Gathering of Angels

4 Aug

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A Gathering of Angels Preview Video of issue 6 of The DarkRose Journal:

Enjoy this sneak peek into Issue 6 of ‘The DarkRose Journal-ReVamped’…Thank you kindly.
~Julia DarkRose Ray

Creepiest Ghost Encounter…Ever!

10 Jul

Are you jaded by Hollywood’s big budget “scary” movies?
Are you yearning to burst a blood vessel or have your heart feel like it’s racing in The Grand Prix!
Are you finished being let down by the unimaginative writers of Tinsel Town?
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House of Flesh

23 Jun
Property of DarkRose Productions
By Julia DarkRose © 2014

*For those that actually read my literary art, you will notice that this prose is actually a joining of two previous pieces. :-)*
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House of Flesh

Clouded by tears
torn by wind,
ragged with mist:
Ravaged by night,
abandoned by day,
shadows of gray:
My house of flesh
from which I ascend…

My mind
has broken
My bone
has cracked
My blood
has clot
My heart
has stopped
My flesh
has rot…

I sleep,
the sleep of gray,
where the gold and purple
of living fall away.
Here I lie,
beside the bustling of life,
past pain or joy,
desire or fear.
I am the stricken,
dying of death,
shrouded in weeds,
wrapped in my loss:
Silent I wait,
there is no healing
where I decay
nothing is sound,
silent I wait,
in my house of flesh.

I must choose of sleep or madness:
I go then, sleep that gray and soundless sleep
that comes before the silent nothing.
Warmed only by my poor domestic fire,
that lean and flickering flame,
lit upon my mortal hearth to comfort me in Autumns decay:
For it may warm, if not the spirit or the heart,
And least my chilled bones yet awhile.

I ponder the thoughts of the dark dreaming…
Are these not the words of some gray serpent
flickering in the dust?
Would it not be better to go mad and rave,
to court the fair illusion of a greater fire?

My serpents’ fiery tongue
licks my sleeping cold, tired lips,
and reveals this truth to me…

Death is death, and even madness
should soon play us false.
Better to sleep, better to close the curtains tight
against the treacherous laughter of the Light,
and sleep with yet a little fire on the hearth:
Then when the last torrid tongue flickers and is gone,
The sleeper knows it not.
Go now fair lady and sleep.
Your birth, your youth, your prime,
your proud excess, your cosmic fall:
Your mean prize of poverty and dull decline,
your lean possessions now shrunk to fill a little box:
All your senses, your delights,
turned pale and leached of taste,
now ended all, and you are all that’s left
to fill the silences between the ticks of time.
You, my dearest, have paled to a scentless draught
that rusts the heart to a mere foolish ticking clock…

So, now I sleep with him, the Gray.
Though blood and flesh not be shed,
I now have found and end to my despair.
Now my mirror of madness,
reflects only my dark perfection.

~JDR

 

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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Blood of My Blood

13 Jun
Property of DarkRose Productions
Copyright 2014
By Julia DarkRose Ray
Drawing of Julia 2014-DB 2
Blood of My Blood

Oh how he loves my lips
when they are wet with his sex
and red with wicked desires.

Amongst all the regal beauties of the bowers,
my love, aches for only me.
So sticky sweet I am
he sucks the coital honey
from my dewy bowl,
and intoxicatingly mad,
with wild, delirious dark bliss,
within my unholy grail,
my perfect dark angel, yields, to me
his very soul,
and drinks in my bloody kiss.

I let down my silken tresses of blackest night
over my milky white shoulders
and open my creamy thighs over my beloved…

Oh beastliness! The raptures
of this night!
What fierce convulsions of
fiendish delights!
In each others arms embraced,
we lay confounded, and dissolved.
Hot bodies mingling, garnet juices blending,
darting fierce and flaming kisses,
Plunging into boundless hellfire bliss.
Our bodies, and our souls
engulfed in a crimson blaze.

Enslaved in his wolfish charms,
I crush my true love in my velvet arms
and make him destroy me…utterly.

He fire’s my blood with untold desires,
his kisses, razor sharp,
upon my lips and limb,
sends our senses reeling and pulses
swimming in the savage river of our sanguine abyss.

Oh darkest rhapsody,
cherished absolution,
sweetest-rapture past expressing!
We melt together in
perfected serenity,
breathing our soul into the other with each
midnight kiss.

Then suddenly, with a brutal, passionate,
enshrined caress,
we draw completely into one another,
flesh of flesh,
blood of blood,
one spirit.
Smoldering still with blasphemous hunger,
we sink into the shiny earth
our blood-soaked bodies aflame,
with a spell-binding happiness
of which we cannot name…
‘Twas pain, ‘Twas pleasure,
‘Twas infernally intense.

Swift rivulets of the dark fire have found
their way and bound our hearts.
We know not night nor day, nor life,
nor death, nor aught that foolish mortals know.
We only know that we love
each other so…

We sleep no more
from dusk to fiery dawn,
amongst roses dripping red
upon some muddy hill,
we wake often, from unearthly dreams
of ebon bliss,
to find our ruddy mouths all
melted in a kiss…

~JDR

The Undoing

27 May
Property of DarkRose Productions
Copyright 2014
By Julia DarkRose
Julia 2014-Literary Artist
The Undoing

Oh, my undoing:
those pink articulate lips,
divinely flavoured portals to a mouth
where soul dissolves.
Eyes darting beneath raven brows, snares for the heart,
and the milk-white breasts, so lovely shaped,
the twin rosebuds, fair beyond all other flowers.

And there in the room, poor and squalid,
hidden above the dubious tavern,
moonlight filtering through the filthy and narrow window,
lying there on the much-used, lowly bed
I had the essence of love, wrapped in Goddess’ flesh.
I had the lips,
the voluptuous and rosy lips of ecstasy-
rosy lips of such ecstasy, that even now
as I write, after so many years,
in my solitary house of skin and bone,
I am drunk again.

My hunger, deprivation,
absence of her flesh.
My endless thirst for her,
for her damp porous centre,
the warm interior,
her sunflowers at night,
her breasts, belly, thighs
of the Goddess, of Cybele.

Her spring has run dry
I now reside in the land
of ashes and desert,
in a mirage of clouds and trees.

I thirst for her.
I am drunk again.
I am drunk with the absence of her.

~JDR

 

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