,,Rubáše a polibky havraních cest“ …audio… Raven shrouds and kissess.

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Rubáše a polibky havraních cest. Čteno ve Studiu Midian.
Rubáše a polibky havraních cest.

Lubomír Tomik

utkané
utkané
utkané


peří

havraní
havraní
havraní

utkané havraní
utkané havraní
utkané havraní

zobáky

klovající 
klovající 
klovající

do 
očíííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííííí.


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Shrouds and kisses of ravens ways.

Lubomír Tomik

woven
woven
woven


feather

raven
raven
raven

woven raven
woven raven
woven raven

beaks

pecking
pecking
pecking

to
eyessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
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Karta Crowleyho Tarotu je ,,Luna", Luno.
Crowley - 18 - mesic
https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/998-crowleyho-tarot-18-msic
Fotografie od Mimmo Lusito na Pexels.com

Čtení pro Tebe ,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou“ Kapitola dvanáct.

Čteno ve Studiu Midian

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And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Lubomír Tomik

Chapter Twelve

So what to wait for?

At first I walk across the floor against me, but then I sudddenly change direction, walk through the closet and the window, and inadvertently embrace the tones of the accordion.
The shadow penetrates the blinds and the crowd of thorns approaches, a child’s cry can be heard.
I pick up the astonished cigarettes from the ground and then toss them again on the giggling soaked sidewalk.
Someone covers himself by an inadvertent brain transplant and falls asleep.
The fog in the distance concentrates and blinks.


I creep along the fence, the glowing spotlight is on my heels, I’m just here like a long breath, down, down, down, to those dim port lights, the silver contours of the coast disappear in the fog as Don Hamilton Balosa departs, the nun disappears in ghostly sea water and stubborn strangers are waiting for the next necessary catastrophes that must come, the young man clings to the railing, his eyes squint into the mist, mist, fog, and sees nothing but women’s breasts and flashes and hair that change color in gusts, gusts, gusts, but not only as , really.

First I go across the floor. Then everything comes back and when the dreaded inhabitants of the Nile dismantle the pyramid and drag its blocks back to the rocks – so what to wait for?


In places! Places for souvenir photography !!!

The coffin glides through the air. The four men put their hands in their pockets in quiet and uncompromising gestures.
Inside the coffin of a woman with a baby. Hint: it’s Danae.
-Ó Danaé….
Day. –

And nothing but this voice. Ten years later, the same coffin is thrown ashore. Overgrown with sea green in agony.
Nothing will happen. Instead of the wood cracking and Perseus-nic popping up.
A few hours later: a seagull appears in the sky. He descends to the coffin and cries sedentarily. When it lands on the coffin, the wood disintegrates and its dust, along with the dust of the two dead, flies off to sea.
The observed water boiled.
Make some tea, English Puritan Lord Baphomet!

I want to turn around and throw myself into heavy storm clouds, I want to grip the forks of lightning and throw them into the region below.
Don Hamilton Balosa’s ship, engulfed in a veil of fog, slowly made its way back to shore.

The audience is waiting. They are safe. Safe on shore. You and me.
So what to wait.

The gears fit together and start working with the low scream of precision mechanics.

Memory, words.
Words.

The end of the colonies. Two figures standing facing the torso of the world.
We can’t go back.
Even if we wanted to.
We can’t go back.

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Karta na publikaci slov ….

Crowley - kralovna mecu
https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/mee/1027-crowleyho-tarot-mala-arkana-kralovna-me

Poslední Atlantiďan Buddy.

Fotografie od Mike na Pexels.com

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Poslední Atlantiďan Buddy.

Lubomír Tomik

ještě předtím než vlny spolknou všechno,
domy banky starosti kosti čelisti štáby

až se vynoří a nadechne se ,
zhluboka,
jak já kdysi Tebe,

pohled pod sebe plný očekávání,
a...

ono je to tam
ono je to tam
ono je to tam

kde to bylo vždy,
jen to neviděl,
Buddy,
každou vteřinu jednu jedinou,

 každou vteřinu!


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The last Atlanta Buddy.

Lubomír Tomik

before the waves swallow everything,
houses banks worry bones jaw staffs

when he emerges and inhales,
deeply
how i once made you

a look below you full of expectations,
and...

it's there
it's there
it's there

where it has always been
he just didn't see it
Buddy,
every second,

 one single every second! 

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,,Konec nastává, aby mohlo přijít něco nového."
Crowley - 13 - smrt

https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/985-crowleyho-tarot-13-smrt

Poet Čtení pro Tebe : Video !

And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Lubomír Tomik

Chapter Forty-Eight.

Visit.

An early plane landed on the roof of the Captain’s cabin. At least that’s what it looked like at first. They were awakened by a thunderous blow, and as they ran outside they saw the shadow of their wings in the sloping morning sun.

-I’m an albatross! -the plane said grimly. Then he added- Hello .-
-Albatross means white bird.-Captain objected.
-Well just-recognized the plane. -That’s why I’m here.-

…pokračování… https://midianpoet.com/2022/01/31/cteni-pro-tebe-ktere-mi-prave-zachranilo-zivot/

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Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na nečekanou publikaci je … ,,Císař“

Crowley - 3 - cisar

Sponge cake in the snow.

Fotografie od Vlad Bagacian na Pexels.com

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Piškot na sněhu.

Lubomír Tomik

poprask v laguně smaragdů,
nepronikneš tmou bezednou,

láska jen na hranici čarodějnic poleno,
podtrženo, sečteno,

nemyslel jsem si,
 že dohoří,
právě se zhroutilo ,
 do sebe,

piškot na sněhu,
cesta mezi horečkou a půlnocí

žádný lék,
jen krajina uhánějící za okny vlaků, aut a
životů.

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Sponge cake in the snow.

Lubomír Tomik

crack in the lagoon of emeralds,
you will not penetrate the darkness without

love is just on the witch border log,
underlined, summed up,

I didn't think
  that it will burn,
just collapsed
  to each other

sponge cake in the snow,
road between fever and midnight

no medicine
just a landscape racing through the windows of trains, cars and
lives. 

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Crowley - desitka poharu