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Real Vampire News Intertview

19 Jul

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

Julia DarkRose~Living Vampire 2013

As I Walked One Evening

3 Apr

As I Walked Out One Evening

As I walked out one evening,
I looked over his shoulder                                     Julia DarkRose FB 4
for vines and olive trees,
for marble, well-governed cities
and ships upon wine-dark seas;

But there on the shining metal
his hands had put instead
an artificial wilderness
and a sky like lead.
The stars are dead.
The animals will not look.

He, my deluded lover,
asked me to lay my sleepy head
upon his faithless arm.
Instead, I plunged my hands into the red water,
I plunged them in up to my elbow;
Stare, Oh how I stared into the basin
and I wondered why the world had chosen to miss
the shining darkness before them.

The glacier knocked in my cupboard,
the desert sighed in my bed,
and the crack in my tea cup opened.

So, I walked out onto the brightly lit lane,
it led to the land of the dead.

As I walked out one evening,
I went through the werewolf’s painful change.
Turning my head away
on the sweaty bolster, I tried to remember
the mood of my womanhood,
but lying in my sweat and blood, at last, as always,
letting it happen, the fierce fur,
soft to my face.

I now hear with sharper ears,
and live and love with the darkness
of my imagined fallen grace.
With my bestial understanding,
I open my wolfen eyes and truly see.…

The soul shrinks
from all that it is about to and should remember,
from the punctual rape of every blessed day, and cries,
“Oh, let there be nothing on earth
but what I choose to see,
nothing but rosy glasses to cover my eyes,
and gloves to cover my hands in the rising steam,
and guilty, blurred dances done in the sight of heaven.”

They never find the way out of their prison
and into the precious,
saving graces of the Darklight.
Pale souls they are, consumed by fear
of the living world they haunt.
Yet, they have not learned what habits lead them
to hunt what they do not want;
Nor have they learned who does not need them;
They are no one here,
until they are truly the someone they need to be.

Oh, what makes them so ugly, to me,
is self-inflicted ignorance.
Incurable ignorance.
I don’t want to harm them,
I think this very thought,
right up to the moment I slit their throats
with the truth.

I am touched with the moon’s red silver,
I am my own wolf sun,
made of human moonlight.

~Julia DarkRose
©2015

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

‘Fine Print’

10 Sep

This has been The DarkRose Journal’s ‘Fine Print’ since 1994. I have stayed true to these words borne from my 26 year old mind way back when, back before mobile phones or the public Internet…shuddering at even the thought of how I made it through life without these technological tools, Lol. No matter how much I evolve as a human being, ergo, the DRJ also evolves, I am true to my core values of what I believe a decent person should be and/or aspire to become.
Enjoy.
~Julia DarkRose Ray

This Journal is dedicated to exploring the pleasures of the Dark
and alternative realities, through the arts. These do not include
any manner of violent acts, kinkiness with unwilling parties,
sexual misconduct, exploitation of the young and/or innocent,
or illegal activities of any kind, even if the only aggrieved party
might be a right wing extremist, a left wing extremist, or a
politician.
Articles and features in the Journal are of an informative,
educational, historical, entertaining, or satirical nature.
Those who do not enjoy the Journal and do not wish to expand
their understanding of the world in which they live, and/or
broaden their horizons by exploring or reading about alternative
lifestyles that the Journal describes, should simply put it down
and not read the damn thing. The Dark and alternative lifestyles
are meant only for those who desire it, and is not meant to be
foisted upon any unsuspecting parties.
We do not practice evil
(Which is subjective anyway),
encourage anarchy, or think people should wear fishing hats to
funerals-although we defend the rights of people to do any of
these.
All those people out there who have such lonely lives and so
much free time on their hands that they think they should care
what books other people read, what movies they watch, and
which Gods (if any) they worship should just shut the hell up
and try to develop some kind of life of their very own.
So, there.
~The DarkRose Journal~

 

Fine Print

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

 

Ebon Rhapsody

20 Aug

Property of DarkRose Productions
© 2014 Julia DarkRose Ray

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 glory…
Your acid rains and shallow ruins are over
and all your seasons 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 us, 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.

~JDREbon Rhapsody

Spectre

24 Jul

Property of DarkRose Productions
© Julia DarkRose 2014
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Spectre

How shall you cease from drowning from within your spiritual sleep?
Where you have taken refuge in deep silence?
Doth deception already rouse you with its musical treachery?
No, the spectre has naught to do with melody or song.
It is a malignant sound, a ghost of sound,
an echo of some heedless laughter you have known-
yet where is your laughter now that lies are revealed?
Yours is the sound of hurtful noise changed to stone,
and warmth to frost, and false fire to reflection:
O fearful ghost!

You are but…

Scourge of the enslaved,
Doom of freedom,
Egg of the serpent,
Web of the spider,
Servant of lies,
Lamp of delusion
Beacon of indecency,
Bearer of erroneous power,
Broken crystal of knowledge,
Mirror of madness
You are not redemption.
In truth, you are self-damnation.
Why do you adore the spectre?
In truth, you should abhor thee.
Oh how you rejoice in your “awakening,”
oh how you, that are bound and gagged, crawl from
the beautiful music of truth,
to be embraced by deceptions comforting.

Warm is the dark kiss that will break your brainwashed soul,
bound in your desolate web, try to set yourself free;
Dying in formless, cold flame, now try to learn to live:
If you hold fast to your frail thread,
your last false light shall never be shed.
Ghost, and ghoul, Banshee of filth,
What matter is it if you feed that evil:
Can it not be a beauteous beast,
are you not better for beauty still?
Oh my, yes, let yourself be well betrayed
and led to death by discordant singing
where no sting blinds, no pain astounds,
and even in anguish, no voice sounds.

Shatter your mirror of madness
Live free and fearless!
The moon has risen,
she is here to bear a mirror
for your altered face.
Look through the spectre
and into the darklight.

Drink from the sanguine well,
quench your parched spirit.
Part your lips and blow…
Blow that spectre far, far away.

~JDR

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