I cry, I walk
I sleep, I sigh
I pray, I wait
I want, I try
To find myself
In a peaceful lot
To rest awhile
In a sunny spot
But life is hard
With my overload
I feel heavy
On American road
Where is home?
Who am I?
Someone save me
Hear my cry
©Shoshi Free 2002-2013
“Be wild; that is how to clear the river. The river does not flow in polluted, we manage that. The river does not dry up, we block it. If we want to allow it its freedom, we have to allow our ideational lives to be let loose, to stream, letting anything come, initially censoring nothing. That is creative life. It is made up of divine paradox. To create one must be willing to be stone stupid, to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and spill rubies from one’s mouth. Then the river will flow, then we can stand in the stream of it raining down.”
If ever you find
All you’ve built is a joke
When all you can do
Is sit, cry & toke
Remember us
And if ever in life
Your world crashes down
Then smiles, they leave you
Only to frown
Please, remember us
When you crave some fresh air
Blending greens with our hope
Please don’t think about only
Your fine, fragrant dope
But remember us
We’re here in the sunshine
We’re here in the rain
Your steady, big brothers
To relieve all your pain
Oh please, remember us
Poem & Paintings by Shoshana Rose 2002 – 2012
Wednesday, December 28th, 2011/6:20am EST~Altamonte Springs, Florida USA
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul,
and paints his own nature into his pictures.
~Henry Ward Beecher
This photo above shows three of my painted soul-expressions.
The artist is the opposite of the politically minded individual, the opposite of the reformer, the opposite of the idealist. The artist does not tinker with the universe, he recreates it out of his own experience and understanding of life.
~Henry Miller
The image is blurry, I know, sorry, but I want to show you what I’m all about. See here my art, books, journals, a handmade quilt and shells I gathered on Pensacola beach in early May of 2011 while getting sober on Annie’s farm. (we took a day trip)
So yes, this is how I spend my free time rather than watching television. Truly, if I couldn’t live a creative life, I wouldn’t feel that life is worth living!
Painting is just another way of keeping a diary. ~Pablo Picasso
It has been said that art is a tryst, for in the joy of it maker and beholder meet.
~Kojiro Tomita
“The Chicken” I painted this in glow-in-the-dark painting in 2010, before I got sober on the farm. Funny eh?….my soul lit the path out of the darkness of alcohol abuse, via my artistic expression while “in flow”. 
Everything in creation has its appointed painter or poet and remains in bondage like the princess in the fairy tale ’til its appropriate liberator comes to set it free.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sunday, November 6th, 2011/5:00pm PST~Ocean Beach, California USA
Hi guys! Boy, am I ever TIRED! I’ve been here 8 days already and am not even finished unpacking and settling into my room. I guess I’d forgotten how much work it is to be in charge of a household kitchen! Or, I had gotten lazy in Deltona?….life was so simple and BORING there.
Since arriving home in San Diego, I have taken a few photos of the town where I am living. It’s called Ocean Beach. We live in a little beach cottage about 3 blocks from the sand and even less distance to the one and only Starbucks here in OB. As soon as I get the time to do so, I will post some of the images I’ve been shooting around town so you can see how cool and funky this place is. I like FUNKY! LOL
And speaking of funky, here below is another abstract photo edit I created in picnik today. I am calling it: “Starting Over“. The original at the bottom of this post is a photo one of my journals from early 2006. I want to learn how to PAINT like this!!!….
Starting Over
Dreaming of Love
He kissed me last night
In my dreams
The kind of kissing
That I imagine
From a man who loves me
I woke this morning
Still feeling him
On top of me
Ravishing my neck
My mouth
Earlobes
Throat
The dream is fuzzy
All I remember is
The kissing
Kissing
K…i…s…s…i…n…g
Not wanting to stop
He didn’t want to stop
So I just laid there
Basking in the fire
Of his love
He loves me!
My MASTER!
© copyright 2007-2011 Shoshana Rose all rights reserved
Summer 2003 Journal Cover
Dance is Flight by shoshi
DANCEPIRATION
Abstract Journal Cover Painting Re-Created in picnik
