….
my dreams are suicide machines
that’s why I dream about yoU
my dreams….
Den: 8.2.2022
,,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 !
Objednat se dá na
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.“
https://probud.se/tarot1/crowleyho-tarot/velka-arkana/997-crowleyho-tarot-17-hvzda
,, Krajkové listí“.
… něco nového a bude zajímavé,zatim jen nápad, na provedeni,JAK
,,Kus pravdy“…
… dopsaný.
Je drsný, chvílemi je psát, jako mlátit pěstmi do zdi,klouby od krve, přesto každá další rána je další slovo.
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.
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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.
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Úterní ranní čtení ,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou“ Kapitola dvacet tři.
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.
Midian Poet 