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human sperm cell is haploid, so that its 23 chromosomes can join the 23 chromosomes of the female egg to form a diploid cell with 46 paired chromosomes.
he bulk of our mind's contents is found in the unconscious.uns
The Gatekeeper of unconscious and of the conscious mind is the Subconscious,
Preconscious, the murky
the unconscious the mind undercover, the conscious the deliberate, the discovery of each is once again the big bang.
The sperm meets the egg and The bang of a life is created.
The life within the vessel survives on the murky, the clear amniotic fluid feeds the life, unconsciously feeding the unseen thoughts of the vessel, the delivery is where the conscious mind is slightly awaken, some our brought in pleasing serene environments, others are awaken by a slap in the buttocks with a violent twirl to cold hands, the conscious mind knocks out, the unconscious resides for safe keeping. The big bang ride begins
Take me back to my mother's womb
A peaceful place where eyes remain closed
Not to witness the tragedies of this world
Where ears hear not the horrifying sounds of this earth's brutality.
Take me back to my mother's womb
And let me stay there where worries and sorrows are absent
Let me stay there where day and night makes no difference
There where food and clothing matters not.
Take me back to my mother's womb
Where I will forever rejoice for I will be having
No idea of whatever is happening on earth
Because there, exist no one else but myself in my world.
Take me back to my mother's womb
And let me swim alone in my amniotic fluid
In a world where jealousy, hatred, anger and bitterness
Exist not for the placenta allows nothing malevolent.
Take me back to my mother's womb
For the world today is rotten, chaotic and painful
Meliorism is the only inspiration we have
As brutality dominates the earth with ruthlessness as a new norm.
Life on earth is full of tears
The future is doomed and hope is lost
Please take me back to my mother's womb
Because that is where I wanna stay forever.
So, I can also be a father was the song my anxiety sang in that labour room,
For the past nine months I had watched him grow in his mother's womb,
Now, I was called in to hear his first earthly cry but the pains of labour made my mouth dumb,
And from the burst of the birth sac the amniotic fluid came out to release his head bump.
His appearance in the birth canal mixed my anxiety with fear,
The midwife called out for others to get ready to give the new birth some care,
They suckled out some mucus and spanked his buttocks for my eyes to dare,
Then his cries sneaked in the joy of a new life into the room for all ears to hear.
Oh it's a boy were the words that sent my joy to the moon,
So, my first born was a boy born healthily at around half past noon,
Happiness rushed into the room and placed me on a ride of excitement just too soon,
My wife there laid with weakness too powerless to stop her singing a beautiful tune.
The addition of this little cuty made excitement flew into the room really so fast,
The mood in the room was soaked in his cry and the joy it brought seemed to forever last,
The proud mother wore excitement as she put him to breast that she forgot the pains of an immediate past,
Cute one, welcome to our home and you shall forever be cherished with a love supplied to you vast.
For love of night I claimed my fears released them to the moon
like a crawfish in the sand I sifted through my magical runes
seeking symbols and answers but only finding the quiet croon
of a lonely seagull, over trees shaped like big black balloons
The ocean resembled tempered glass reflecting stars above
foamy sea spray, a roar, a wave then, silence...
leaping into the deep I probed the mysteries of my living essence
and found a kindship with the creatures of the sea
Watching a lighthouse from a distance I heard the foghorn go
three blasts from the lighthouse, "going astern"
returning to the amniotic fluids of my mother's womb
then reborn by the stability of past virtues, soul accepted day
For love of sleep I dismembered before the sea
diving into its partitions like a mermaid longing to be free
claiming meteors and shooting stars as my very own
I sailed away without a life jacket for I was safely home.
Magnet, mind, medicinal!
Silent sane to soar!
Anger, wax ephemeral!
Lion, time we roar!
Victim of the vicious?
That's all of us down here.
Belladonna, blunderbuss!
Dare to disappear!
Code of the volcanic core?
Heat. That's all there is.
Burn, O nuclear reactor!
Love, like lava kiss!
Dark fire, be my intellect!
Sizzle as you boil!
Golem, gold. Gone? Genuflect!
River, run to roil!
Organ music, play for keeps!
Dissonant and fine!
Inspiration! How it leaps!
Mandrake, please make wine!
Deadly nightshade, glassy bead!
Heart within all, bleed!
Nothingness, what people need!
Flicker as you feed!
Vampire, dawn is fatal!
So do not go outside!
Amniotic, prenatal!
Terror, must we hide?
Cauldron, contain witch's brew!
Strongest! That will do!
Hope, by God, will ye accrue?
Safe succor, we sue!
Blessings, flow! My angels, dance!
Demons, fly in ring!
Fate and Fortune, now's our chance!
Sylvan, sacred! Sing!
Swing, branches of druid's tree!
Machine, melody!
Fill my heartblood, fancy-free!
Prayer and prophecy!
Positive? O prison shiv!
We all love to live!
Agony, thy gift to give?
Mankind: new missive!
Heaven and Hell, thee I tell!
Gibbous moon, thy spell!
Kin and kingdom, knick or knell?
Wicker, nicker, well...
If so inclined with reservations
Amniotic baby will float on water
Just around the corner of a smile
Embryological y correct you could say
Adequately enclosed in fluid aquatic
Practicing goo goo and gaga for mommy
Clothes would be nice
Naked is better
A hotel will suffice
Is this a room with a womb?
With an ashtray to steal?
With a balcony overlooking tomorrow?
A window to parachute out?
A room with a view would be nice
Where's the glasses and ice?
Where's the towels and mommy?
Umbilical ready for birth
Thumb in the mouth for security
Cord is secure according to Forbes
Don't want to bounce off the walls
Not exactly a Wall Street journey
It's baby's first flight out
Within womb universe’s birth
nebulous placenta housed
seeds of life and white lily
billions of years in future
mid-wifery lady Madonna i.e. Gaia
twill abort... cancel... fail
cosmic amniotic fluid infinitesimal kernel
unknowingly intimated mother earth
giver of extant flora and fauna
unleashed post big bang cosmic explosion
galactic matter ala Jackson Pollack
across void
impregnating fecund celestial field
embryonic entities
germinating gamut multifarious
floral fauna spectrum
primordial soupy miasma
evolving millennial timeframe
distinct organisms *****sapiens
master exploiter oblate spheroid
usurped emiment domain
epitomized goddess of fertility
silent ovation humanity
predecessors ovulated
promulgating tentatively robust
quite pathological population
within clustered cloistered
substantial redoubts
mollycoddled, nursed
swaddled by ancestral
gracias moma mia
abba cud dab bra figures,
whose maternal role
guarded vulnerable progeny,
outfoxing invisible World Wide Web
building inexorably linked network
indomitable strength
against wild things
guaranteeing subsequent generations
flourishing webbed unbridled success
prompted contemporary bipedal hominid
chance genetic dice throw
origin of species weathering travails
horrendous maternal sacrifices
inducing acknowledgement
unknown female forebears!
When earth was engulfed in the amniotic fluid of mother abyss,
Your power moved upon the surface of the primeval depths,
Like the coordinated contractions of myocytes in the uterine walls,
And the earth emerged like a baby expelled from its mother’s womb.
After the human race You created was plunged into a spiritual abyss by sin,
It was time for You to demonstrate Your creative power once again.
Mankind’s act of rebellion did not catch You by surprise and without a plan,
Before the foundation of the world, redemption was conceived for fallen man.
In the fullness of time You sent Your Son, implanted in a virgin’s womb,
Like Adam’s race He must experience the darkness of the watery tomb,
And then be expelled by the powerful contractions of the uterine wall,
Because the purpose of His coming was to rescue mankind from the fall.
From the moment He emerged from the womb, the battle with evil was enjoined,
The lives of many infants were sacrificed in an effort by king Herod to destroy His,
O what cruel irony that one in need of rescue would seek to kill his rescuer,
And that the redeemer will be rejected and annihilated by those He came to save.
From the elevated position on a cross, He was then placed in the darkness of a tomb,
Reminiscent of His condescension from perfect heaven to sinful earth,
But death and the tomb could not restrain the Creator of heaven and earth and life,
On first day of the week, with life that was within Him, He arose victorious over death.
So, for us lost and wretched creatures, trapped in a prison of sin.
There is good news in the offing for the Savior is about to return,
Not as babe in Bethlehem’s manger, but as Lord of Lords and King of Kings,
With healing and salvation in His glorious and mighty wings.
To accept God’s plan of salvation and experience peace and joy within,
You must turn from your life of rebellion and accept His sacrifice for your sin,
And then the Holy Spirit He will give you, to guide, transform and help you,
Gain victory over sin and be ready to spend eternity with Him.
I was, as you were, an egg in blossom, a blood sac flowering in
an amniotic garden. I was, as you were, an embryonic bud
that also budded tuberosities, buds that later became head
and limbs.
Why then does my mother not imprint herself in me,
she who carried that coded replicating jigsaw of humanity
for so long?
Why does my father not ever feel to be a portion of my being?
A biological milieu shaped, genetics built their blocks
yet where a mother could have created rooms of inception and
potential there she remains not.
Beyond inherited appearance parents leave no inward hand
or footprints.
I think of clay, being sculpted, molded, made to be a certain
form and identity.
The artists hands impart, shapes a vision, both thought and
imagination in motion.
Yet gestation and birth is an ongoing separation; a planting left
to be alone in a field of aloneness. Parenthood is ‘after the fact’,
we are absentee gardeners.
It is best this way though, better to realize that we are grown
to be alone, and not a part of any truth except our own.
Verily they who declare they have no father or mother on this earth
live in grace, and garden not in this world but the next.
AMNIOTIC FLUID
I am your amniotic fluid
imbibe me
I am your amniotic fluid
I nourish you
implode me
impetuously
lengthen laugh strengthen
through me
master thighs
thyroid open palms
create hips high
or low
lingering
touch bones bygone
birthing
within my dantien
dome
Source sparkles spice
from rice roses
rubies
I am your
amniotic
fluid muse
mould mysteriously
myself
gold goblets silver
spiral slivers
soft
exploring explanations
exploding
ecstasy
exists
endlessly
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2025