Shop

All images are © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2013 – All rights reserved

*Certainty…..
A vain progress towards madness.
Filtered visión of the trumpeted brain.
Out of that Silence, echoes of silver blood,
that the stars have left in open prespiration,
such is the breathing of the Goddess.

Wrong….all is wrong in that certainty.
The unique versión of a Cosmic Lie.
What is was is not there, all wrong.
And they promise me more Soul,
as soon as i would open the strange box,
a lid closed so tight as blackness,
A key hanging from the inside eyes sockets,
that a Vestal Moon is about to use and open.

Pondering…
Did I make a promise.
or..
not?.
And if I did..
To whom…
where
and what?

Was I to feed that fire,
eternally…
inside the swollen planet?
Was I to entertain the creatures,
that wandered around the corners
of a tired and old piece of Heaven?

Good night my goshtly sailor,
You wished to fish my thoughts with bait
endured with your molten desires.
You did throw the nets made out of jellyfishes.
You sent to me to dream and sleep in the vanity.
Evanescency, what it was not there and still was.
And for my oblivion, the moon moaned long.
And for my sanity, the Sun cherished her song.
Rosa*

© Copyright Rosa Cobos 2013 – All rights reserved.
This composition has been done with the blending of my own stock photos and creation of textures with digital fractal tools, all of them merged and worked with Photoshop.

Tags

vestal, heaven, stars, fractals, moon, photocomposition

Comments

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosabout 1 year ago

    Certainty…..
    A vain progress towards madness.
    Filtered visión of the trumpeted brain.
    Out of that Silence, echoes of silver blood,
    that the stars have left in open prespiration,
    such is the breathing of the Goddesss.

    Wrong….all is wrong in that certainty.
    The unique versión of a Cosmic Lie.
    What is was is not there, all wrong.
    And they promise me more Soul,
    as soon as i would open the strange box,
    a lid closed so tight as blackness,
    A key hanging from the inside eyes sockets,
    that a Vestal Moon is about to use and open.

    Pondering…
    Did I make a promise.
    or..
    not?.
    And if I did..
    To whom…
    where
    and what?

    Was I to feed that fire,
    eternally…
    inside the swollen planet?
    Was I to entertain the creatures,
    that wandered around the corners
    of a tired and old piece of Heaven?

    Good night my goshtly sailor,
    You wished to fish my thoughts with bait
    endured with your molten desires.
    You did threw the nets made out of jellyfishes.
    You sent to me to dream and sleep in the vanity.
    Evanescency, what it was not there and still was.
    And for my oblivion, the moon moaned long.
    And for my sanity, the Sun cherished her song.
    Rosa
    All images are © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2013 – All rights reserved

    *Certainty…..
    A vain progress towards madness.
    Filtered visión of the trumpeted brain.
    Out of that Silence, echoes of silver blood,
    that the stars have left in open prespiration,
    such is the breathing of the Goddesss.

    Wrong….all is wrong in that certainty.
    The unique versión of a Cosmic Lie.
    What is was is not there, all wrong.
    And they promise me more Soul,
    as soon as i would open the strange box,
    a lid closed so tight as blackness,
    A key hanging from the inside eyes sockets,
    that a Vestal Moon is about to use and open.

    Pondering…
    Did I make a promise.
    or..
    not?.
    And if I did..
    To whom…
    where
    and what?

    Was I to feed that fire,
    eternally…
    inside the swollen planet?
    Was I to entertain the creatures,
    that wandered around the corners
    of a tired and old piece of Heaven?

    Good night my goshtly sailor,
    You wished to fish my thoughts with bait
    endured with your molten desires.
    You did threw the nets made out of jellyfishes.
    You sent to me to dream and sleep in the vanity.
    Evanescency, what it was not there and still was.
    And for my oblivion, the moon moaned long.
    And for my sanity, the Sun cherished her song.
    Rosa*

    © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2013 – All rights reserved.
    This composition has been done with the blending of my own stock photos and creation of textures with digital fractal tools, all of them merged and worked with Photoshop.

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosabout 1 year ago

  • Jeff Kingston
    Jeff Kingstonabout 1 year ago

    I’m liking this very much Rosa, intensely beautiful!

  • Thank you so much, Jeff, for your kindness and heart.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • JRGarland
    JRGarlandabout 1 year ago

    Leaves on winter’s bed
    Bloom across the summer breeze
    Awakening frost in springtime
    Lift up your voices
    Upon the pale sun shining
    As the clouds drop forth their dew
    Upon the rivers running
    There you will see
    The mockingbirds sing their glory
    As they drift across autumn’s sea
    Beneath the winds of eternity

  • Mockingbird behind the leaves.
    The leaves hidding the dust.
    Eternity brooming fears away.
    Rosa (beautiful poem. So thankful with your inspirational answer…..so good to see that my soul and poetry may resonate. Thanks dear John)

    – RosaCobos

  • Carol and Mike Werner
    Carol and Mike...about 1 year ago

    Such wonderful things to share with us, Rosa . . . words and image . . . so well together!

  • Thank you very much, for your support and presence.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • devotee1
    devotee1about 1 year ago

    Another masterpiece, Rosa; outstanding words and image! For sure, the brain only sees what it wants to see, and interprets the same way. Certainty? Such a horrid thought. Would rather be surprised by Goddesses blessing us with a rain mysteries. Ah, I have opened that cosmic-box…never to want anything less than beautiful lies—truth in spirit:)

  • Never…there is never. Not even death is a certain, for knowledge does not accompany. Revelations are for futuretellers, behind the dark curtains of invention. I am so glad that you have opened that box, and so much that you have “understood” that point. Thank you so Joe, from my heart.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • TheBrit
    TheBritabout 1 year ago

    The very depths of your words resonate so deeply within ones soul! Great image , !!!
    …Brit…

  • Thank you very much Brit for your kind words and correspondence.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • Gilberte
    Gilberteabout 1 year ago

    Extremely beautiful Rosa and so artistically created

  • Many thanks, Gilberte….a honor to feel your presence and heart.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • Larry Butterworth
    Larry Butterworthabout 1 year ago

    Really cool looking work Rosa

  • Thanks a lot Larry…I am glad with your presence and supportive essence.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • Carolyn Clark
    Carolyn Clark12 months ago

    Neat!!!!

  • Thank you so much for your kindness.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait