My Beloved Thoughts

My thoughts which I bear They are my own Born of my flesh and blood From my Holiest place Far above me, deep within my womb Created in my own image. My thoughts, they are my own They are of me My own child, my own children, which I have wrought Which I have grown and created And brought to bear Into this Unholiest of Worlds. My thoughts which I have grown within me Which I have presented unto this world Through my own screaming anguish Through my painfullest of seasons Torn from my very womb They bear an image which is my very own. I have bore these thoughts Lovely, evil, sacred human thoughts Possessing all of the deadly traits of man Possessing all of his evil charms And yet having all of their own beauty A Sacredness all their own This child, these children They are my beloved thoughts. And although some unholy and evil man Uneducated in word and deed May think to take my child, my children, as his own The whole world will rise up against him The Universe will not allow This unsacred adoption of that which is not his. My child, my children, are not of him They are of myself and the Universe Of the distant nebulas of my mind Mine and only mine, my children are my children My stars are my stars, my planets are my planets They exist only in my galaxies. My name is written amongst them, and upon them He cannot erase my name It is written for all to see Inscribed upon this galaxy of me My thoughts, my child, my children They are my own, my beloved thoughts. (January 25, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved