,,Follow the science?“

…vychází https://midianpoet.com/2022/01/26/22-4-2022-vychazi-album-speckmann-project/ a toto je mé nové Master triko s veršem, který …ale to až 22.4.22…velké překvapení !

Master Follow the Science Tshirt

Objednat se dá na

http://speckmetal.net/merch/

Crowley - 12 - viselec
https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/984-crowleyho-tarot-12-viselec

Poet Video ,,Španělský plášť soukromého snílka“

Jelikož nemůžu moc chodit , používám videa P.L. nebo starší záběry, v tomto případě obojí, stále jsou to ….cvičení.

Hrad Čachtice, rozvodněná řeka Morava, pevnost Josefov, Karviná, slunce nad Uherským Hradištěm.
lyrics:
Spanish mantle of a private dreamer.

Lubomír Tomik

we are all incredibly romantic,

when the teeth break the flesh of reality
to pieces

dreamer in private,
he was not at home,
message on the door

,,I’m in the garden, I’ll be right there!“

when the sun went down
we went home

what is it home?
the setting sun over Golgotha?

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Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci je … ,,Hvězda.“

Crowley - 17 - hvezda

https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/997-crowleyho-tarot-17-hvzda

Pákistánská barevná rýže!

Po nahrávání ve Studiu Midian vytráví. Recept v kalendáři, máslo kurkuma paprika kari.

Dnešek je…. neuvěřitelný.

Klasická synchronicita..v přes deset let starém textu bez přípravy najednou po sobě čtu, slova z minulosti….- Odhodil dřevěnou nohu!-

Náhodou skoro jednu mám.

Pákistánská rýže na návštěvě.

Sun rays of CRS Mihai.

Fotografie od The Lazy Artist Gallery na Pexels.com

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Sluneční paprsky.

Lubomír Tomik

Faraoni nemůžou tušit,
až se probudí,

nemůžou tušit ,
že poušť ztratila písek

vzlétla letadla a zasypala zem cementem,
zasněžilo,napršelo

sluneční paprsky,
paprsky dokonaly dílo zkázy

kam až oko dohlédne,
táhne se dokonalá  betonová tabula rasa

svět potřebuje parkovací místa,
než se lidské nohy změní v kola

bude to chvílí trvat,
nakonec na sebe 
určitě
 budeme 
na pozdrav 
                   troubit,

jen mlžné sirény majáků v tichu,
varujících před nebezpečím,

už bude pozdě.


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Sun rays.
Lubomír Tomik

The pharaohs have no idea
when they wakes up

they have no idea
that the desert has lost sand

planes took off and covered the ground with cement,
it snowed, it rained

Sun rays,
the rays completed the work of destruction

as far as the eye can see,
stretches perfect concrete tabula rasa

the world needs parking spaces,
before human feet turn into wheels

it will take a while,
in the end 
for sure
  we will just sound the greeting,

only the foggy sirens of the lighthouses in silence,
warning of danger,

it will be too late. 

Fotografie od The Lazy Artist Gallery na Pexels.com

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Fotografie od Kelly L na Pexels.com
Crowley - sestka disku
https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/mince/1049-crowleyho-tarot-mala-arkana-estka-disk

Úterní ranní čtení ,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou“ Kapitola dvacet tři.

Fotografie od Evgeny Tchebotarev na Pexels.com

Čteno a nahráno ve Studiu Midian. Napsáno více jak před deseti lety, jakákoli podobnost se jmény postavami povoláními příjmeními je čistě náhodná nebo je to klasická synchronicita.
Lyrics…. proč ne,

,,Lyrics“

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And I held astronaut Peters by the hand. Chapter Twenty-three.

Lubomír Tomik

Chapter Twenty-three.

I don’t want to become a photo !!!!

The crow landed on a branch. She tapped her feathers, wiped her beak, and stammered.
Then she spread her wings and flew up.
The croaking, the croaking sounded like a mockery.

-Uhúúúúú-he called out loud.

-Húúú-úúú- an echo replied.

After a while, his heart began to pound.

-Uhúúúúú- he shouted with all his might.

Silence.

Three centuries have passed.
-What do you think, Mom,-he asked as he pulled his tight-fitting T-shirt over his head- What do you think, there are still unknown, undiscovered islands in the world?
-I don’t know… -mommy answered.-Surely they are.-
-I’ll find them!
He lay down, scratched his heel, and wrapped himself in the sheet.
-I know how to do it. One must arrive at the island on a boat, raise the flag and describe the manners. Natives have no reason to be afraid. When you deal with them for good, like Miklucho-Maklaj, then they also treat you for good.-

  • So she’s finally asleep, you native! -Mom said, and sat down at the table, making love.
    He turned to the wall, closed his eyes, and began to think about his discoveries.
    He is arriving on a boat to an unknown island. Residents look at the unknown smiling stranger in astonishment. Without a weapon, he boldly approaches them, greets them…
    Suddenly there was an explosion! The island has blown up!
    Mom is still painting and not noticing anything.
  • There’s nothing here – he’s trying to ward off excruciating fear.

  • Suddenly there is a booming, grunting voice. It is the spirit of Miklucho-Maklai.
    -Death awaits us everywhere.-

-I don’t want to become a photo in books about travelers!!!!!!!!!-he begs and sleeps the top of his duvet and tears flow from his eyes.

The sun hovered over the remnants of the island. Your hand in my hand. I was shaking all over.
My mother still paid no attention and devoted herself to painting.
In her painting, half-naked martyrs walked through the streets of the city. Eager and loyal believers stoned them.

Oh, dark Nights….


End of the twenty-third chapter.

Crowley - ctyrka holi
YES! Jako vždy má Tarot pravdu.