Star Fairy.

Muzeum Boulaq na začátku minulého století.


Hvězdná víla.

Lubomír Tomik

vyplňuješ nebeskou klenbu,

rozdrtila jsi vesmír a můj svět najednou,

Béla v muzeu Boulaq,
před stélou Hora Staršího

svět je dokonalý v každé chvíli když jsi

má hvězdná vílo,
čas je jen vůně myrhy v rojích včelích

otčenáš na nebesích,
otčenáš jenž jsi tam,
buď bdělý

aby jsi
 mezerou v mracích nespadl až k nám

Star fairy.

Lubomír Tomik

You fill the heavenly vault,

You crushed the universe and my world at once,

Béla at the Boulaq Museum,
in front of the stela

the world is perfect every moment you are

my star fairy,
time is just the smell of myrrh in swarms of bees

you are a father in heaven
father you who are there,
be vigilant

that you
 through the gap in the clouds did not fall to us

Exponát na Stéle Hora Staršího měl Naše číslo a tohle už nejsou náhody, jsou to velké značky podél cesty.
Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na slova podle skutečných událostí, Ty, Crowley před vitrínou v
a karta je .... je .

Picture Of Mona from Promethea- is a comic book series created by Alan Moore, J. H. Williams III and Mick Gray, published by America’s Best Comics/WildStorm.“ Number 12.

A …asi je čas jet do té Paříže, co myslíš ?


Fotografie od KoolShooters na



Lubomír Tomik

-Hej !  Zase něco do sbírky !-
usmál se a uložil do šuplíku kus kůže.

Dole na Zemi se začalo zpívat a tancovat a dítě leželo v kolébce.

Lubomir Tomik

-Hey! Something to the collection again!-
He smiled and put a piece of leather in the drawer.

Down on the Earth began to sing and dance and the child lay in the cradle.

Karta Crowleyho Tarotu je ,,Věda." Šest mečů.
Vůbec se asi týden neučím text na M.L.V. 2022 – Měli bychom následovat vědu ? Jako člověkem vytvoření bohové….. -P.S. autor textu.

Upřímnost synchronicit bere dech.

Ariel in depth.

Ariel v hloubce.

Lubomír Tomik

dech v plicích
karamboly komet v mlhovinách,
král spěchá nikam v komnatách,
Ariel v hloubce

nadechni se 

jak můžeš uctívat vítr ?
jak můžeš uctívat  bouři ?
jak můžeš uctívat maelstorm ?
Ariel v hloubce

nadechni se zhluboka

jak můžeš uctívat děravé ponožky boha my jsme lidé
vinni tím že žijeme
pod prvohorní oblohou plnou vycházejícího kola Slunce které drtí skořápky trilobitů křídla Arielů
v dusném vedru vydechni

Ariel in depth.

Lubomír Tomik

breath in the lungs
comet carambols in nebulae,
the king rushes nowhere in the chambers,
Ariel in depth

take a breath

how can you worship the wind?
how can you worship the storm?
how can you worship maelstorm?
Ariel in depth

take a deep breath

how can you worship the leaky socks of god we are human
they blame us for living
under the Paleozoic sky full of the rising wheel of the Sun crushing the trilobite shells of the Ariel wings
exhale in the stifling heat

Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na slova v propršeném ránu je Šest Pohárů.

Po jedenácti dnech stříhám nové Poet Video.

Každý den si připomeň,

že jsi naživu .

Audio ,, The meaning of word god“.

Fotografie od Rahul Genie na

Čteno a nahráno ve Studiu Midian.

V pozadí hlas – Ratu (Priest) – close-up prayers from Ratu at sea edge. Sounds of seawash. N.B. Prayers possibly to Goddess of sea, Nyale. Recorded prior to Pasola festival.


The meaning of the word "god".

Lubomír Tomik

no part of the life of our bodies is to be thrown away,
whatever we want
white black little big legless or Sleipnirs

whatever we want
just don't lie
stand up for yourself
back to the ring every morning
do not give up
not giving up

when I embrace you I understand the word "God",


pack of words
bristles whistling on frozen snow,
sounds over the white plain
The moon closed its eyes,
prevents movement,

believe and touch the sun
to burn and laugh

traces of pearl and ivory,
a transport plane flies over the velvet sea

soul air corridor,

we're going to land,
to take off again,

every moment there is a bite at the end of the fork,
Are you hungry ?

I do, after YOU. 


Čtení v děšti na sobotní večer pro Tebe ,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou“ Kapitola padesátá třetí.

Napsáno více jak před deseti lety , jakákoli shoda se skutečností je náhoda nebo synchronicita.

Chapter 53 Part One – Risk lovers.
Fotografie od Tsvetoslav Hristov na


And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Lubomír Tomik

Chapter Fifty-Three.

Risk lovers.

They parked in front of a tall, narrow house, the windows on the ground floor were closed by faded net curtains. A battered brick wall, a trickle of water trickled down the broken gutter, leaving a slimy green stain on the front steps.
It was a two-story house, and the upper broken beams towered over the branches of the trees like the strange keels of shipwrecks. A dead house among thousands of dead houses, whispering the message of a bygone era.
Everything is coming to an end.

Somewhere in the suburbs of London, someone plays a gramophone record and the quiet, deep and hoarse voice of the singer Varja Panin came to us in silence: "My dear, it's a purely feminine point of view-

"Try to stop me, do a miracle
There is nothing so magnificent in the world
Make it a big bomb
She couldn't blow up
Someone is calling me from the outside, I don't want to be alone now "

-She says, in fact, he says he has bad blood.- Bobby said.
I smiled. We walked in silence after the song ended.
The world of adults differs from children's only minimally. It is a world where rapists are at their best, where excuses do not satisfy anyone, least of man alone, where cowardice corrodes the soul and you don't care.
-That's what the song is about, ”Suzanne said.
It's thundering and raining. The tree branch flutters sharply in front of the dim light of the street lamp, casting grotesque shadows on the glistening sidewalk.
We missed the playground. Abandoned. We walked in silence.
From the course we went to the cenote dagrado-sacred well, it is not strange that the Mayans, who worshiped the god of rain, considered the well sacred. There are no rivers nearby. If anyone knew at all that an underground river appeared and lost again in the underground jungle, then it must have been only the chosen people. And suddenly, in a place where the water was nowhere, a twenty-meter-thick layer of limestone collapsed and sediment appeared. Shrubs and trees disappeared under the water in the depression, and the white walls in the middle of the lush green forest demanded sacrifices like the teeth of the big mouths of the rain god. According to legend, the most beautiful girls threw themselves into the well. They dressed them richly, adorned them with precious jewels, and led them to a well under white bedspreads. However, a special group that examined the bottom of the well in 1974 proved that girls were not thrown into the well. All the skeletons found at a depth of thirteen meters belonged to men.
Daddy Iwi, in an anachronistic swallow attire and with his knees dropped, bowed silently to the ground. It was a success. Everyone laughed.
His lips are pale and his eyes shine dangerously.
His mind immediately began to imagine, and the businesswoman, Růžena Rybízová, opened herself dressed in a colorful shiny robe and blinked in surprise.
Lines of clouds chase around the pale moon, which is just disappearing behind a black wall of rain.
Bobby burst out laughing.
Tata Iwi, with a seemingly stern face, announces that she needs to get something in Miss Currant's grocery store.
Anger freed me from judgment and deprived me of caution.
-Freat! Be careful not to let your miserable soul come out of you!
In our world, news is spreading at the speed of light. However, this will not always be the case. Dad glared at me.
-Look! We live with germs around us, and when we become immune to them, we may not care that they exist. Yes, I'm glad I know that. I'm glad I know exactly who is rubbing his mouth on me. From which corner do they throw mud at me. Earlier… before…, when I was young. Do you realize that you are running to pagan superstitions to avert God's wrath? Which shows how confusing you are about religion.-
He spoke flawless German, tired and chubby ala Graf Zeppelin, and ended his sentences with a violent, imbalance laugh that went into violent and unbearably bright tones. The head was covered with a cap with sewn-on ears from an old wolf. They stuck to the sides, always trapped, as if they sensed danger.

The end of the first part.

End of the fifty-third part.

Několik drobných omylů při čtení ponecháno, konec s dovětkem a následným zahřměním je ponechán pro ilustraci, protože..... je to záznam jednoho TEĎ...a hlavně, ani nevíš co to pro mne znamená , být naživu, mít možnost, dělat to co dělám.
Můj právní zástupce mi včera řekl, že šance na přežití při sražení automobilem v  rychlosti šedesáti pěti kilometrů za hodinu, jak se to stalo mě,  je deset procent. 


Karta Velké Arkány Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci sobotního čtení je - ,,Mág."

PS: A ano – ,,V DĚŠTI“.

Tři v jednom. VA, DI, UL.

Fotografie od Thirdman na


Tři v jednom.

Lubomír Tomik


bože, vaivai  
 bože,  diven
     bože,   ulua    ,
neptej se už cože,
v ruce máme divný nože,
          no tak se neptej cože

potichu si píseň broukej

divné nože,
padaj na zem,
ruka v ruce, 
z krve bazén

zatím z žíly 
                  mizí síly
zatím z  žil
           kdo z vás někdy opravdu žil ?
Toužil ?

Three in one.

Lubomír Tomik


god  vaivai
   god diven
      god ulua,
don't ask what anymore,
we have weird knives in our hands,
so don't ask what

quietly hum the song

strange knives
fall to the ground
hand in hand
of blood pool

  the pain are disappearing from the vein
 so far from the rain,
who of you has ever really lived?


Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci slov kdoví odkud, ....bože, cože,  žíly síly, ožila slova... ,,Eso mečů"
,,Stav mysli, které nemá pochyb " 
O ničem z toho, co se dnes stalo .
Crowley - eso mecu

POET STORY ,,Požírač snů“ Audio…

Read and recorded FOR YOU, before five minutes in Studio Midian.

Sladkou a Brou

Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na POET STORY JE…. na fotografii nahoře v galerii .



He was walking on the road, echoing the silence inside.
„Thank you,“ said, and that was the last time.

The birds sang about eating dreams.
At least that’s what he was talking about at the Bird Assembly.

It came from nowhere in the days when roads became battlefields, steel creatures flew in the air and fire could pass through. So he left his victims, dead, without fantasy, dreams, desires.
He played the strings of the wind and added a million dreams to them, watching the landscape in front of him.
The birds fell to the ground, pieces of flesh in silent agony.
He came to them.

Took their feathers and dreams of flying.
Put on wings and headed up for the sky.
What dreams do Angels have?
What dreams does God have?

When it was all down, in the spiral of your smile, nodded appreciatively, God’s dream was … WAS.

What dreams will the Devil have?

About You, my Love ?

Fotografie od Genaro Servu00edn na

Těsný oděv.

Fotografie od Pixabay na


Těsný oděv.

Lubomír Tomik

cit k Tobě mne obemknul jako těsný oděv,

tlumený smích,

maso přivezli do mlýna,
chlápci byli oblečeni 
v těsných oblecích

potřásli si rukama,
mleli pomalu,

mlynáři fešní,
protože v božích mlýnech  makají jen andělé a krasavci

tlumený smích 
tlumený smích
tlumený smích

se ozývá 
uvnitř nekonečných staveb,
uvnitř božích mlýnů,
které melou příliš pomalu,
ale melou,
pomalu a jistě,

vzpomeň si ,
až budeš propadávat mezi mlýnské kameny, brácho.

A my sedíme na schodech a koukáme si do očí,

naložíme rudou mouku na vůz a 


zpátky k domovou,

v těsných šatech.


Tight clothing.

Lubomír Tomik

The feeling for You surrounded me like a tight garment,

muffled laughter,

the meat was brought to the mill,
the guys were dressed
in tight suits

they shook hands
grind slowly,

handsome millers,
because in the mills of God only handsome and angels work

muffled laughter
muffled laughter
muffled laughter

inside endless buildings,
inside the mills of God,

which grind too slowly,
but grind,
still grind,
slowly but surely,

remember ,
when you fall among the millstones, bro.

And we sit on the stairs and look into each other's eyes,

we load the red flour on the wagon and
back to home

in a tight dress.
Fotografie od Fernando Capetillo na

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

Crowley - 5 - veleknez
,,Inspirují mě situace, ze kterých mohu vyjít poučen.“ A Lev a Býk spolu na jedné kartě.

Karta dnešního dne,, Mág“ ,kdybych za chvíli nejel sanitkou na ozařování, snad bych se i pousmál, jak nám karty vychází na dnešek.


Fotografie od Xi Xi na

"Experiences gained on the verge of death are mental experiences that involve direct contact with God. We can also call them experiences with the closeness of God. "

Bernard Jakoby        - "The Road to Immortality"

First-hand experience.

Lubomír Tomik

Your voice,
                                             "It's not time yet."

Logical conclusion:
                               You are a Goddess.

The world is never going to be perfect,

You are.

PS: My own first-hand experience, after accident .



,,Prožitky získané na hranici smrti, představují duševní zkušenosti, jenž v sobě obsahují přímý kontakt s Bohem. Můžeme je označit i jako zkušenosti s blízkostí Boha."

Bernard Jakoby    - ,,Cesta k nesmrtelnosti"

Zkušenosti z první ruky.

Lubomír Tomik

Tvůj hlas,
                                           ,,Ještě není čas."

Logický závěr :
Jsi Bohyně.

Svět není nikdy nebude perfektní,
Ty jsi.

PS : Mé vlastní zkušenosti z první ruky, po nehodě..

Fotografie od Faik Akmd na
Crowley - petka disku

Karta Crowleyho Tarot na publikaci

,,…obavy, jak je obsah vašeho sdělení přijímán a chápán. „

Přesné, chvílemi jsem si při psaní říkal, jestli to není moc, ale prožil jsem to, proč bych se měl omlouvat za něco, co bylo TAK skutečné.

Když najednou víš.

When You suddenly know.

Lubomír Tomik

when You suddenly know
that it's just US

when You suddenly know
that toothpastes are wrinkles and silver pendants

when You suddenly know that WE are the only ones, 
that there are not thousands of gods,
why should one be only 

it's just us
You are,
 my Goddess,

burn me to ashes with lightning,
the flash of Your eyes,
by the thunder of Your words.



Když najednou víš.

Lubomír Tomik

když najednou víš,
že jsme jen MY

když najednou víš,
že jsou zubní pasty vrásky a stříbrné přívěsky

když najednou víš, že jsme jen MY,
 že není tisíce  bohů,
proč by měl být jeden ,

jsme jen MY,
Ty jsi,
 má Bohyně,

sežehni mne bleskem na popel,
bleskem Tvých očí,
hřměním Tvých slov.


Ona rodila bohy myšlenek….Bohy …yhob…Yhob…yhoB…myšlenek.

Fotografie od Bettie Fischer na
Ona rodila bohy myšlenek...Bohy myšlenek ...yhoB.

Lubomír Tomik

seděla jsi v horní řadě v zapadajícím slunci v hledišti v Epidauru,

Ona rodila bohy myšlenek

oblečena v medvědích kůžích
na útěku ze Zakázaného města,
kolik jsi s sebou vzala srdcí

Ona rodila Bohy myšlenek

kolikrát jsi stála na přídích Dračích lodí,
krájela mne ve vlnách napůl

nesvatá aliance,
 Ona rodila Yhob myšlenek

vzdávám hold Císařovně Spojených Států Amerických

jíž, již jsi ,Ty,
jež jsi zmačkala
zatykač na lásku

Ona rodila yhoB myšlenek bohY

jíž, již jsi Ty,
jež jsi vydala zatykač 
na Smrt.
Fotografie od Julia Volk na
She gave birth to gods of thought ... Gods of thought ... sdoG.

Lubomír Tomik

You were sitting in the top row in the setting sun in the auditorium of Epidaurus,

She gave birth to gods of thought

dressed in bear skins
on the run from the Forbidden City,
how many hearts You took with you

She gave birth to the Gods of Thoughts

how many times have you stood on the stern of the Dragon Ships
and cut me in half in waves

unholy alliance
 She gave birth to sdoG thoughts

I pay tribute to the Empress of the United States of America

You already are, You,
which you crumpled
arrest warrant for love

She gave birth to Sdog ideas of godS

already You are
which You issued an arrest warrant
to Death.

YOU , my love.
Fotografie od Artem Beliaikin na

Skylla a Charybda.

Skylla a Charybda.

Lubomír Tomik

Úžinou Zkázy,
když jsi v náručí někoho jiného

mezi Skyllou očí
mezi Charybdou rtů
leží nejskvělejší ostrov,

úžinou zkázy
když jsi v náručí někoho jiného,

mezi Skyllou očí
mezi Charybdou rtů,

leží nejkrásnější ostrov

leží nejkrásnější  převrácený korálový atol,
na němž pořád dokola troskotám,

když pak ohlodané srdce dosedne na mořské dno,
zvíří bílý písek,
vyplaší hejna klaunů

a za chvíli si nikdo ani nevzpomene,
na míhání a pohyb a kmit ,
za chvílí je vše další předtím

kladivouni líčí na svou kořist
chobotnice zamrzne v okamžiku

a my čekáme,
až padne noc,
noc duše,
noc citu,

NOC kouzel,

jsou všichni a všechno jen nahraditelné položky,

 v Knize napsané Bohem ?


Scylla and Charybda.

Lubomír Tomik

Strait of Doom,
when you are in someone else's arms

between Scylla's eyes
between Charybdis of the lips
lies the most beautiful island,

strait of doom
when you're in someone else's arms

between Scylla's eyes
between Charybdis of the lips,

lies the most beautiful island

lies the most beautiful inverted coral atoll,
on which I keep falling,

when the gnawing heart lands on the seabed,
It stirs up white sand,
scare away flocks of clowns

and in a moment no one will even remember
for flickering and movement and oscillation,
in a moment everything else is before

hammerheads depict on their prey
the octopus freezes in an instant

and we are waiting
we are waiting
when night falls
night of the soul,
night of the feels,

NIGHT spells,

Are All and Everything just replaceable items in the Book written by God?