Latest Mixcloud Upload! 02/14/2018

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Greetings! This was my set for Club Zero’s annual event “The Funeral of Hearts” for 2018. I was given the theme of “Lust” and I hope I did not disappoint. This set takes on the theme from different aspects from devotion, desire, and even temptation. This lustful tale is told from artists such as: She Wants Revenge, Kidneythieves,Snake River Conspiracy, Marilyn Manson, Revolting Cocks, Leaether Strip,Ludovico Technique, and more! If ya dig it feel free to reshare it!  Mementos of Lust

Spooky Regards,

Bone Mother Belle

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Latest Mixcloud set! 02/05/2018

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Like the Eagles I too won a victory!  After battling three days with the streams voila my latest mixcloud set!  “WHEN LIGHT SEEKS DARK

This was my latest set for Club Zero’s weekly event known as “Happy Hour”. Myself co-anchoring the contest “Best in Lumination” again I came up my own theme of “Light & Dark” to go with the contest. It was a bit of a “Yin &Yang” concept for you cannot have light without dark and vice versa. This spiritually balanced tale is told by the following artists: The Azoic, Assemblage 23, Blutengel, Covenant, VNV Nation, Psy’aviah, Benjamin’s Plague, Faderhead, and more! Also please see track list listed below.

Otherwise enjoy ❤

Pax,

Bone Mother Belle

 

My New Endeavor!!

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I know it has been a while since I have posted anything.  Been recovering from two back to back surgeries and not only did it take a physical toll but also an emotional one as well.  But you know me I’m famous for being the “comeback kid”. What does not kill me not only will make me stronger but it should run.  As you all know I do partake in the virtual world of “Second Life”its a great way for introverted individuals like myself to still be social in the comforts of my own home. I have taken on DJ’ing in Second Life as I once upon a time in my life used to DJ in my mundane life.  Its a unique platform to do it in a virtual environment versus in the real world clubs.  However your Hero has found the perfect medium to satisfy both universes.

 

***Drum Roll and Gong Bang***

Mixcloud.  That’s right I said it. Mixcloud is and for those of you who are wondering “What exactly is Mixcloud?” Is a website, music forum, musical platform, where DJ’s worldwide come together and share their sets, collaborations, and concepts.  It has its own charts and all that good stuff.  Perhaps some of you are already on mixcloud but if you aren’t and you are like me a very hardcore music fanatic its a great place to be.  Music is a language we can all understand universally.  And the mixcloud universe has so much its unreal good populace its seriously unreal. Listed below are some links if you want to peek through, surface, and swim in which also includes my own uploads.  Please see the hypertext links below will guide you on your musical way =o)

Mixcloud:  https://www.mixcloud.com/

T.B.Morte’s mixcloud: https://www.mixcloud.com/neylinn-foa-vulpes/

Recent uploads:

For The Love Of The Devil

When Actions Spoke Louder Than Words!!

Blood of My Blood

YOUR BEAUTIFUL TRAGEDY

Enjoy in the Sounds!

Spooky Regards,

Bone Mother Belle (Tragedienne)

 

 

CONFESSIONS OR DECLARATIONS….

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Sometimes inspiration comes from the most unexpected places.  And sometimes subject matter can be  in the past form it doesn’t always have to be in the “present”.  It can sometimes just be a situation you simply thought “What If?” and decided to write about it.  Today we hear from Tragedienne’s alter ego “Bobbie Jane” she doesn’t come out too often. She’s usually okay letting Trag running the show, but it doesn’t make what dear sweet Bobbie’s words less profound.

 

Confessions or Declarations 09/27/2017

I have a confession to make,

or is it a Declaration?

I haven’t made a decision,

It’s beguiling deviltry at its finest,

Seduction so refined,

I do it without blinking,

Can you forgive my fragile mind?

If this confession is so scattered,

I’ve had a variety of lovers,

Each left their mark,

Where shall we start?

And as you know all good stories,

They start off in the dark,

I met a little dragon,

he thought to be mighty,

Although he claimed,

I was his favorite maiden,

In the end he proved flighty,

Wishy washy isn’t my flavor,

So we needed something more,

Something more to savor,

I rendezvous with a Vampire,

his fangs enjoyed this nectar,

Although he had a undead bride,

his taste showed he enjoyed the living

flesh far more greater,

A demon kidnapped me to his lair,

and showed me whats underneath

his nether hair,

I found the power of the holy trinity between

my glistened thighs,

I saw god,

Praised Lucifer,

and now I’m here,

confessing these sexual crimes,

Forgive me Father for I have sinned,

Bless me Father for this declaration,

Expect soon most likely another confession.

©2017 T. B. Morte writing as “Bobbie Jane Claibourne”

 

 

YOUR DARK DOLLY

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A toast good populace! Cheers to Tragedienne may she one day find the dark solitude of happiness.  She so rightfully deserves.

 

YOUR DARK DOLLY

Admit to me my master,

Who’s your darkest dolly?

You need not to say it to others,

you need not to say it out loud,

I’m your dark dolly,

I do what the others cannot,

you know I go that extra mile,

I give it my all,

When the whip strikes flesh,

You know I squeal in pleasure,

And give it my best,

So I apologize to you Master,

Please excuse my mess,

But the other dollies had to go,

So I made them say goodbye,

And I now I have these piles of bodies,

Your dolly just now wants to cry,

We’re all alone now Master,

Don’t you see?

It’s just you and me,

And there’s no one else around,

To make three.

© T.B. Morte 2017

 

 

 

ONLY YOU

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The “Bone Mother” is returning. Slowly. Letting the bindings unwrap themselves. Enjoy.

 

ONLY YOU 09/17/2017

You.

That’s right.

You.

Not me.

Not us.

There was never us.

You said loved me,

All my wild evil,

My imperfections,

I was the perfect flower,

In your imperfect world,

Is that what you tell all the flowers?

That are not good enough,

It never is,

Nor was it ever was,

The mask has been lifted,

I see with perfect clarity,

But do you see?

What you have done to me?

Confirmed what was already known,

So thanks to you,

And your ilk,

These walls will be built stronger,

Impenetrable,

My heart encased in the strongest glass,

So my thanks,

My gratitude you have,

But you shall pay a cost,

Nothing is ever free,

You pay a high cost,

Your cost was forever  losing me.

©2017 T.B.Morte

 

 

 

The Entreating Chronicles#1 “THE QUIBBLE QUASMS OF BELLE MORTE”

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Greetings fellow spooks & ghouls.  Some random short pieces I decided to put together as possible ongoing compilation of “shorties” its a new year.  Time for a new outlook.  Enjoy the following tidbits.  As always feedback appreciated.

Pax,

Bone Mother Belleen ❤

 

I.

“Forgiveness. The scale you measure of the hurtful act that was done to be measured against the something that you love. There was a moment of falter, a cut so deep the impenetrable became the penetrated. The emotion of true sorrow felt so fluid embedded into entire psyche. If you love something you must love its evil as well as it’s innocence. To love only one part, one cannot love truly. You must accept the wiles,observe the hurt and measure the scale consciously. Forgiveness and love you must embrace to the bitterest of ends” ~T. B. Morte  © 2017~

 

II.

“What is black? A color so deep and engulfing it swallows light whole. Born from the shadows, nothing can be seen inside it. So black are the hearts of the fallen the weak are unable to fathom loving them. So dark were the souls of the broken the brave could not help but love them against all odds.”~ T.B. Morte © 2017 ~

 

III.

“Love your Hero, and love them well. For they have the spirit of giants and the bravery of fools. They will love what they endear so brutally, they will avenge any slight against them at all costs. They will carry you upon a broken back, they will be your shield, they will be your iron cladded will and word. But if you were to mock the love the Hero gives, you have foolisheartedly committed a most heinous act. You have broken their spirit. The hero then can no longer sing with shine, the song is now tainted, darkness slowly encrypted. The fool must now think of the catastrophe they have unleashed. They have morphed the Hero into a Villain.” ~T.B. Morte © 2017~

What I Fear

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Fear is an emotion that I don’t always display but I often feel.  I have this strong tendency to don a *Hero’s* mask.   Because superhero’s feel nothing they make sure their adversaries do however.  Yesterday I got hit with some “Kryptonite” yesterday, it left me feeling rather helpless actually.    What every writer has dancing around in the back of their heads but it’s never really uttered out loud.   Ever thought “If anyone is  really reading your stuff?” well that fear got confirmed yesterday rather haphazardly  and unintentionally by a friend  on the ye old FB page.   It’s common knowledge within my inner circle I have a blog,  that I am writing my first-ever Fantasy novel, and that I write oodles of poetry.  I post links to just about everything I write,  I mean here I am  wondering if I may post too much about it.  On the contrary obviously I don’t post enough about what I do on spare time.

Yesterday I was going to break one of the cardinal rules of writing.  I was going to stop writing completely.  Yes that’s right throw away my bardic quill and try some suburban gig of existence.  Something called fear crawled up my womb and gave birth to many little  monsters.  I never felt so emotionally paralyzed but there I was yesterday completely unable to have a rational thought process after coming to a tragic conclusion.  What if all this time and after countless years that no one has bothered to read my work?  Have I been donning some Jester’s hat all this time?  Has the joke really been on me?

You see Boys & Girls, Madams & Gents, Cool Cats &  even Cooler Kittens.  (pick a variance)  I am a writer.   I am a single candle among all the other candles.  There are different colors, shapes, sizes, and daresay molds.  My voice is a single flame and I want it to reach the masses, I want my flame to rise  above, so that it can be seen.  So that my voice can be heard whether it be blog, novel, poem, or if intoxicated and I feel like doing a limerick.  I want my voice by  my pen the sword to be heard.  What writer doesn’t?  So the very concept of what seems that even friends are not paying attention.  Yeah its a gut-punch well to the gut.  No other way to describe it.

So after hours of seething and self-loathing.  I pulled up my big-girl britches and realized I like what I do.  As a writer I have chosen to display myself to tough crowds.  If they don’t understand or want to know my “voice” then that is up to them.  I cannot simply find the “off-switch” and stop doing this.  But a snake can shed its skin for a brighter skin one that’s a little more tough and durable.  So I’m skin-shedding and rediscovering why I have chosen to do this.  The writing will continue meanwhile.

My single flame is still burning perhaps evermore brightly  🙂

Pax,

Serpentine Tragedienne (Bone Mamma Belle)

Possible Upside to FanFiction?

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I know there are those out there that are leery of Fan Fiction.  Don’t like it.  Won’t write it.  Won’t read it.  Basically they wouldn’t touch it  with a ten foot quill or the area that surrounds it.   For those that are not familiar with it.   You are probably wondering what the heck is it?  Is it fiction from a fan of something?  Why yes that’s absolutely correct!  By George you’re spot on with the guessing.

In accordance to Webster’s Dictionary the official *definition* of Fan Fiction is as follows:

Definition of FAN FICTION

: stories involving popular fictional characters that are written by fans and often posted on the Internet —called also fan fic,
 
 
 
 
Now I don’t write fan-fiction myself because I like to think my originality should be displayed anywhere and everywhere.  But I have read the fan fic works of other writers and given input .  I suppose guilty as charged?   With that in  mind I have seen some series have some amazing fan fiction where the creativity  was so in sync with the original writer.  You almost couldn’t tell the difference between fan and author.  There is also the downward cycle of fan fiction where the writing made you question not only sanity but you wonder if ever printed how much damage it could do to the actual series.  Like any form of creative media fan fiction has it good sides and bad sides.  There are those out there that feel that Fan Fiction is not original work and that someone out there is copying an existing idea.  Piggy backing off an Author’s hard work basically.    Which is a valid argument to an extent.  But who hasn’t written a short story about their favorite thing?  Are we not all fans of something?  Fan Fiction may not be an original story but original ideas do come forth.   Think of it this way.  For Authors that  take part of those anthologies that handle the retelling or creating their own version of a “Myth” or “Fairy Tale”.   Is that not a form of fan fiction in of itself?  Food for the thought process.   This is all just my personal sixpence on the subject.  Before we knock fan fiction, I think we as Authors need to look back to our own orgin.  We all had to start from somewhere at Point Zero.  Who knows perhaps when my novel is successfully published I may be concerned if I see “Human Skin” fan fiction pop-up.  But knowing how hard it was to get on “Writer’s Row” I will at least look at it with an open mind and a humbled heart.
 
 
Pax,
 
Bone Mamma Belle