Thought Broadcasting

By Claudia A Krizay

The poems in this book are mostly recent, although some of them were written over the period of the past ten years. All of the artwork in this book, Thought Broadcasting, is current. The artwork displays the different skills I have as an artist, which are painting, drawing, decoupage, collage, photography, and digital artwork.

Creativity and self-expression has helped me to find a life for myself that I enjoy and can share with others. My artwork has been exhibited in galleries and have been sold.

I hope that through reading my works, people can learn how creativity can bring joy to ones heart, soul, and spirits and also to the lives of others.

I have published three other books, which are Take Five Seroquel and Call Me in the Morning, Far Out, and Time Lapse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 2, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543465358

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Copyright © 2017 by Claudia A. Krizay. 770473

   ISBN:   Softcover   978-1-5434-6534-1

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Rev. date: 11/13/2017

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Contents

Thought Broadcasting

A Clay Pot

A Garden of Violets

A Spirit Lost

A Time for Everything

A Tree Grows In Seclusion

A True Mom

Aftershock

An Aura about the Sun

Anger

Ashes (for my mother)

Awakening from a Nightmare

Bird of Paradise

Birds

Blizzard

Break

Building Bridges

Building Dreams

By My Side

Calm

Candlelight

Chasing Shadows

Code Blue

Collage

Creation

Crossroads

Daylight

Days That Never End

Death Fear

Deep Rage

Demonic Laughter

Different Voices

ECT

Empowerment

Enlightening

Evening Litany

Eye of Venus

Eyes In Back of My Head

Fire

Fortress

Freak Out

Gift of Living

HAIKU

Hallucinations

Her

Hidden

If I Could Fly…

Letting Go

Life in the land of the Dead

Limbo

Listen

Love Heals

Memory Lapse

Milestone

Mirrors of Time

My Delicate Blossom

My Reality

Nature’s Ballerina

Nature’s Mystery

Our Fate

Out of Control

Painted Faces

Paranoia

Perpetual Heaven

Perseverance

Protagonist

Queen of the Woodlands

Raindance

Recovery

Release From Anger

Renewal

Right Unilateral

Saturn’s Dance

Schizophrenia

Self Portrait

Shades of Blue

Shadows Screaming

Snake

Spring Rain

Stars, Stripes and Paper Dolls

Strange Magic

Strange Voices

Summer Mornings

Sun

The 60 year journey

The Dawning

The Fire

The Flame of Hope

The Heat of the Summer

The Keyhole

The Land of Itmon

The Lemon Tree

The Light That Guides Me

The Pathway of Life

The Quiet Room

The Shadow of my Spirit

The Stars are Out Tonight

The Sun and the Shooting Stars

The Way I See Myself

This New Reality

Time

Transition

Treachery

True Awakening

Upon this Night

Vibrant Colors

Voices of Schizophrenia

What Goes On

When I Lost Myself

When the Sun Burns Out

Wildfire

Wildflower

Worshipping Nature’s Gifts

You are Always With Me

Zephyr

To My Friends and Family, with thanks for all of the support you have given me.

Claudia A. Krizay

Thought Broadcasting

Silence is a silver ship

Traveling at the speed of the darkness,

Black holes are the edifices in which I

Build my thoughts-

Word by word,

Each and every syllable forms upon my lips,

And then broadcasted, aloud-

Thoughts are killers- thoughts can harm-

My thoughts can be heard from afar.

Within this room I write my thoughts

With a pen that is void of ink, or a pencil

That has no lead,

Invisible they are, but somehow,

These thoughts are broadcasted aloud.

Thoughts are killer’s thoughts control-

My thoughts can be heard from afar.

A silver ship with its sail to the wind,

A wild horse that canters across vast terrain, or

Pebbles that roll off of my fingertips,

That splash into the creek, one by one,

You can see, you can hear, as

My thoughts, broadcasted aloud.

My thoughts can be heard from afar.

My thoughts are a flame that only I can quench.

I am in control of what comes into my mind,

As my hands build the world from

The bricks of Time,

My thoughts control the world.

My thinking destroys those, whom I abhor,

My thoughts control the downtrodden.

Silence is a silver ship, or

The dome beneath which I dwell-

I build my edifice beneath this dome.

No one dares to enter, as

I have broadcasted a message to the world,

My eyes order the world away;

My thoughts are broadcasted aloud,

A bad thought can destroy, as good ones

Create and control,

My thoughts control the world…

Claudia Krizay

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A Clay Pot

A clay pot is as truly resourceful

As is a raging fire in the wilderness.

Take two steps backward into your past-

You may never witness the recalcitrance

Of a shooting star in a malevolent universe.

A clay pot that sits upon your rocking chair

Shall never witness fame-

It has never touched the sky.

Claudia Krizay

A Garden of Violets

Yesterday at the dawning I planted a garden of violets-

Inside the world of my fondest dreams, I believe that they will grow and touch the sky-

At this time the sky is wrathfully weeping-

While lightening shall only briefly illuminate this bleak and dismal day-

Clouds shall obliterate the sunlight- although I find myself here amidst the darkness-

I can see the raindrops somehow magically glistening-

They would settle upon the supple petals of those blossoming violets,

As would shards of shattered crystals reflecting the sunlight of our imaginings-

At yesterday’s dawning I planted a garden of violets –

Inside the world of my fondest dreams-

I planted them as a gift for you to show you that I am remorseful

For past times of leaving you in the darkness of despair.

If you can find a pathway towards a heaven within this barren darkness, come to me-

I shall gently touch your spirit and guide you towards that magical garden of violets-

That I have planted with hope to soothe you of your sorrows.

Their blossoms tinted of deep, lavender hue are indeed calming to our souls,

And as their petals would flutter in a serene and peaceful breeze,

Their loveliness shall carry us both home to those wondrous worlds of our fantasies.

The sky is raining tears of abject sadness-

But with all of my love for you and inner strength I believe that I may rescue you-

And even though we struggle in our moments of irate and often inexplicable madness-

I know we both possess the might to persevere.

Yesterday at the dawning I planted a garden of violets

Inside the fortress of my mind, and now dark clouds of oblivion

Are disappearing behind the cragged mountains that decorate the horizon-

While the tempest of the storm is subsiding,

I feel the serenity of peacefulness settling about the pathway upon which we walk.

I am certain that someday soon we shall embrace that sunlight of our dream states-

Rays of light would also bring radiance to the paradise

Where cherubs dwell as they strum melodious tunes upon their harps of mirrored gold,

Reflecting joy within our eyes, harmoniously resonating throughout the world about us

That magnificent garden of violets that I so purely discern shall never perish-

I do believe with utmost conviction and never abating faith,

Shall keep growing within our fondest dreams- someday to touch the sky…

Claudia Krizay

A Spirit Lost

We converse every day, in the dim light of the early evening,

My companions who are alive inside of the world of my thoughts.

The sun may show its face through dark thunderclouds

At nightfall, the full moon dances with the stars upon my imaginary horizon.

Whether on a bleak night or a sunlit day I can lock the door to the world outside-

People are strangers who approach me- Following close behind me as I walk

Or coming towards me with the looks of evil in their eyes,

They are my demons, whom I cannot trust,

With the unrelenting fear of their conniving words-

I find myself on a descent towards hell.

Tears cascade as in an avalanche, from my eyes as I bellow in fright-

And when rain begins to fall, I find myself a spirit lost

Inside the world of my most terrifying nightmares

Hiding behind my own shadow, I can close my eyes as I dream.

When I awaken from my dreams, I find myself alive in a different space in time-

The full moon is dancing upon my phantasmal horizon

As I converse with the voices who are my special companions=

They speak to me softly and their words are comforting, never menacing.

I found myself lost when I was born into this world-

It had been said that I was born a spirit lost inside the world of my delusions-

I built myself a palace in the sky where I have found safety, serenity and harmony

Tyrants have tried to break down the barriers that kept me secure and free from fear,

I wear a phantasmal key on an imaginary golden chain about my neck

That key that locks me inside the sanctuary of my own small world

Where my demons cannot enter and where I find it safe to exist.

Here my dreams and fantasies are illuminated by the stars in the skies,

By the full moon or by the light of the rising sun

Shining through a magical window within my castle-although I remain a spirit lost.

I am a spirit lost who cannot discern veracity,

A spirit lost who must hide from the world outside,

But I am still a spirit with the strength to have lived this life for many years

Who can still find solace in the brilliance of the dancing stars, the full moon at nightfall,

And can find hope in the light exuded by the rising sun every morning upon awakening-

That could illuminate a pathway for me upon which to safely walk-

A path that shall guide me towards freedom from fear

As I would hope that one day I may find -there is truly nothing to fear…

Claudia Krizay

A Time for Everything

We can see the leaves atop the trees becoming golden and copper hued-

Soon they shall perish and fall and gently blow about in a light November’s wind

Autumn is indeed a majestic time of year-

Although we may mourn the summer’s end as we would ask ourselves why

Time has seemingly slipped by so quickly?

We would brace ourselves for the winter’s chill

And comfort ourselves when we lose ourselves in fantasy

Of the arrival of spring’s rebirth.

We have always known that there is a time and place for everything

A time for every season and every season

Brings with it the glory of nature’s gifts to us all.

Looking above towards the sky I would admire the splendor of the sunlight and

On other days, the sun is hidden behind dark gray clouds-

However we know that this was meant to be.

There is a time to celebrate life when the sun rests above the horizon

And a time for darker days when tears fall as would a heavy rain,

However there is a time for sadness and disillusionment within the lives of everyone.

Leaves are turning brown, golden and copper hued-

I envelop the exquisiteness of autumn’s arrival,

The crispness of the air and the loveliness of the colors-

I can see that winter is the time for nature to slumber,

And not a time for nature’s end- while snow falling is another one of nature’s miracles.

Spring is a time of year for the world’s rebirth

When birds chant melodious tunes at daybreak, flowers blossom and

The leaves upon the trees are budding-

Summer is a carefree time when the days seem never ending.

We can hear the cicadas’ chanting their magical tunes at dusk.

There exists a time for every season’s arrival and departure.

There is a time for blue skies and a time for darker days-

A time for jubilation and a time for sorrow-

Even in those times when our skies turn black and the air is frigid-

We know that in time nature’s beauty shall rescue us from our misfortunes-

As there is a time and place for every season, every feeling and for our spirits to rejoice-

Because change in time will always shine light upon our worlds once again.

Claudia Krizay

A Tree Grows In Seclusion

The year is at the summer’s time-

It has just rained a downpour, I believe-

I could hear the thunder clap-angels in the sky have displayed their fury.

I can remember the days I used to wander outside

After a storm has abated- Calmed by a gentle breeze,

I felt as if I was at heaven’s doorstep.

Leaves upon the trees were decorated with raindrops,

Quickly evaporating, while the world was at a rebirth,

The most peaceful feeling