….and all larvae remain empty !

Fotografie od Tiu1ec3u Bu1ea3o Tru01b0u01a1ng na Pexels.com

………..

Pád.

Lubomír Tomik

co když spadneš z duhy
a všechny barvy zůstanou nahoře,

topíš se v černobílém světě
a všechny larvy zůstanou prázdné

skarabové přecpaní k prasknutí víří vzduch
a barvy nad tebou jsou tak jasné

krok za krokem
příčku po příčce

nad duhou se klene jiné duha
ani první ani druhá

oříšková uprostřed zelené a modré,
TY OČI !

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Fall.

Lubomír Tomik

what if you fall from the rainbow
and all the colors stay up,

you are drowning in a black and white world
and all larvae remain empty

scarabs crammed to bursting swirl the air
and the colors above you are so bright

step by step
bar by bar

above the rainbow is another rainbow
neither the first nor the second

hazel in the middle of  blue,
THAT EYES !

.....

Her eyes of Amy Lee.
Fotografie od Valeria Boltneva na Pexels.com

Moloch !

….. ve Studiu Midian teď, …a tak bych chtěl přečíst II.část Kvílení, Molochu !
II

What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smoke-stacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!
Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years’ animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time!
Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!


Howl.  Allen Ginsberg

We print dreams.

P

ri

nc

me

čů.

 Stav soustředěné, odhodlané a jedním směrem zaměřené mysli. / Z výkkkkkkkkkkkkladu karty. / Řekni , že ne.

Nebo mlč, dál.

Lyrics:
,,Good day,

good evening,
we print dreams

and we will print you...
her too

that's all we can do"



Well, at least I'll take the backpack.

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Autorkou loga Midian Poet je Klára Sedláčková https://www.instagram.com/_ks_dsgn/

Vault of the skulls ?

Fotografie od Aleksandar Pasaric na Pexels.com

…. Napsáno a nahráno a vytvořeno pro Tebe ve Studia Midian. Jen to, že jsme naživu. Jsme.

Klenba lebky ?

Lubomír Tomik

Kam jdou ti kteří zmizí z našich životů ?
Kam ?

Stane se z jejich lebek obloha,
z mozků,           mraků chrám ?


A déšť jsou jejich myšlenky ?

Na chvíli přestanu psát,
podívám se z okna,
venku prší.
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Vault of the skull?

Lubomír Tomik

Where do those who disappear from our lives go?
Where ?

Their skulls will become the sky,
a temple of brains,           clouds?


And rain are their thoughts?

I will stop writing for a while,
I look out the window
it's raining outside.

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Pochod kartáčů !

Vytvořeno ve Studiu Midian. Music by Silent Partner
Lyrics:

Pochod kartáčů.

Lubomír Tomik

pochod kartáčů
spáčů
vypínačů 
přepínačů
pochod kartáčů

do boje s čistou
čistotou duší
odněkud někam někam
prales
buš

na dveře buš,
do očí černá tuš

kdybych už nebyl v Tobě tak hluboko utopený,
skoro bych si myslel,
že plavu
.............................................................
March of brushes.

march of brushes
sleepers
switches
switches
march of brushes

to fight with the pure
purity of soul
from somewhere to somewhere
old forest
bush

knock on the door
black ink in the eyes

if I were no longer so deeply drowned in You
i would almost think
that I swim

Music: March to Victory - Silent Partner

River.





Vytvořeno ve Studiu Midian

lyrics:

řeka krve
se vlévá
do jedné řeky
i druhé
řeka krve

/stále dokola
jako jedna bytost
jeden svět/
...
river of blood
pours in
to one rivwr of blood
and others
river of blood

/again and again
as one being
one World/
Title: - "DOOM IS MOOD BACKWARDS" 
Artist:  The Whole Other
Genre: Rock Heavy | Metal

LICENSE: YouTube Says: “You're free to use this song and monetize your video.”

Project Heavy Metal. / Fairy and Midian /

Vytvořeno ve Studiu Midian. Read and write : Fairy part by Lisa Marshall /Fairy/ Canada notanothernicegirl.wordpress.com
Other comforts LT /Midian/ Česká republika

Heavy Metal.


Fairy part

Heavy metal, bold as brass
Shakes you from your sleep
From your bed of broken glass 
The music cuts you deep

Midian part

To the bones to the smile,
stay and look on me,
just a while,
little while,
 or
foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Fairy part


In your bed of broken glass                         

___________________________________________________________________________________________________   


From the letter  - PS: /and sound of snake hissing...ssssssssssss/

Liso, spolupráce přes Atlantický oceán vede k nečekaným výsledkům! 

Finnegans a-bomb.

Vytvořeno ve Studiu Midian. Synchronicita v Synchronicitě. Alan Moore mluví o synchronicitě ,,nogeysokey first“ v Plačkách nad Finnegannem , jak zní český název, , jdu do knihkupectví, je tam originál v angličtině . James Joyce. Nakonec slovní spojení najdu, vznikne toto video. Hudba YG Series

Najdi si , kdy se co stalo a najednou čas nedává smysl, kdy byla vydána kniha, kdy se narodil Joyce , kdy Nagasaki zmizela v bílém záblesku, kdy vzniklo toto video, kdy jsem nezemřel a všechno vedlo k tomuto okamžiku.

Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci videa byla v okamžiku publikace ,,Vůz“.

Karta na publikaci tohoto článku…..

SAKRA během míchání se stane tohle ! NELŽU

Během nahrávání a kontrolní sledování videa jsem míchal, na konci sejmu kartu, je to ,,Vůz“, znovu a další karta je otročený ,,Rytíř Disků.“

Nejlepší je být uprostřed toho víru, DĚJE SE TO , nejsem blázen, nevymýšlím si, nelžu.

TY.

U hrobu Jiřího Wolkera.

Vytvořeno ve Studiu Midian, čteno bez přípravy, bez výběru, náhle. Music credit to Royalty free music. Lyrics:

Comprehensive cremation services.
Lubomír Tomik

  Urn?
Where is your victory?
Dust?
Where is your thorn?

Through the triple veil of prep, the third mother shows and cherishes her teeth,
you climb up and say:
-,,One more minute, Mr. Executioner, one more minute."

....................................
Ze sbírky Večeře u Minského a další básně /2016/

Cesta.

Way.

Lubomír Tomik

all
  we drowned in her eyes
all
  we starved in the desert sand
all
  we are travelers in the mist on the moonbeams

the sun went down
   and when it comes out
will burn anyone's feelings with a wave
  all
all

silver reprimands of time
    they bite pieces of meat out of everyone's backs
You are smiling

what else is left
way.

Not the target.

Way.

2023 : Poslední Nový rok, Roke Na Ruke Naina.

Vytvořeno ve Studiu Midian , hudba ve videu :
Song: Roke Na Ruke Naina
Singer: Arijit Singh
Music: Amaal Mallik
Lyrics: Kumaar
Tu joh nazron ke saamne kal hoga nahi Now that you'll not be there in front of me tomorrow
Tujhko dekhe bin main mar na jaaun kahin I hope I don't die without seeing you
Tu joh nazron ke saamne kal hoga nahi Now that you'll not be there in front of me tomorrow
Tujhko dekhe bin main mar na jaaun kahin I hope I don't die without seeing you
Tujhko bhool jaaun kaise How should I forget you
Maane na manaun kaise, tu bata They don't listen to me, tell me how should I tell them
Roke na ruke naina My eyes don't stop, even if I try
Teri ore hai inhe toh rehna They have to look in your direction
Roke na ruke naina My eyes don't stop, even if I try
Kaat'ta hoon lakhon lamhe, kat'te nahi hai I try to pass millions of moments, but they don't pass
Saaye teri yaadon ke hat'te nahi hai The shadows of your memories don't go away
Kaat'ta hoon lakhon lamhe, kat'te nahi hai I try to pass millions of moments, but they don't pass
Saaye teri yaadon ke hat'te nahi hai The shadows of your memories don't go away
Sookh gaye hai aansun teri judaai ke The tears from your separation have dried up
Palkon se phir bhi baadal chhat'te nahi hai But still the clouds don't leave my eyes
Khudko main hasaun kaise How should I make myself laugh
Maane na manaun kaise, tu bata They don't listen to me, tell me how should I tell them
Roke na ruke naina My eyes don't stop, even if I try
Teri ore hai inhe toh rehna They have to look in your direction
Roke na ruke naina My eyes don't stop, even if I try
Haathon ki lakeerein do milti jahan hai Where the two lines of the palm meet
Jisko pata hai bata de jagah woh kahan hai Whoever knows, tell me where that place is
Haathon ki lakeerein do milti jahan hai Where the two lines of the palm meet
Jisko pata hai bata de jagah woh kahan hai Whoever knows, tell me where that place is
Ishq mein jaane kaisi yeh bebasi hai What kind of helplessness is there in love
Dhadkano se milkar bhi dil tanha hai The heart is lonely even after meeting the heartbeats
Doori main mitaun kaise How should I erase the distance
Maane na manaun kaise, tu bata They don't listen to me, tell me how should I tell them
Roke na ruke naina My eyes don't stop, even if I try
Teri ore hai inhe toh rehna They have to look in your direction
Roke na ruke naina My eyes don't stop, even if I try

Even if i try.

Poet Video ,,Mlžný roh.“

Mlžný roh.

Lubomír Tomik

hříšná 
sladká
roztíná noc svým paprskem
dole 
nahoře

v hlubinách

hořká 
chladná
roztíná mysl svou katanou
nahoře dole

v hlubinách

nejsladší
plná očí
vodoo tanečníce s namalovanými kostmi místo oblečení
nejsladší
.....

Fog horn.

Lubomír Tomik

sinful
sweet
it lights up the night with its beam
down
up

in the depths

bitter
cold
splits my mind with Her katana
up down

in the depths

the sweetest
full of eyes
vodoo dancers with painted bones instead of clothes
the sweetest

....

‚It’s In The Fog‘ by Darren Curtis Music , Weather 2 – Storms – Whitby Lighthouse’s Foghorn sounding. (Elliptical horn, c.1950s.) (Distant perspective.) z archivu BBC.

Niccolò #Paganini Poet Video

Dnes podruhé, psát pravdu je osvěžující, nelhat. Něco pro Tebe napíši , Mág. Něco pro Tebe natočím ,Mág.

Vytvořeno ve Studiu Midian. Nejsem vlastníkem autorských práv zvuku Paganinniho houslí, jen obrazu,slova Jenny v aplikaci Clipchamp. Ne v aplikaci, v nástroji. Zvuková stopa Paganiniho houslí je ztrojena a zesílena, hradba smyčců.

Horizont.

Lyrics :

Horizon

go beyond the horizon of days
where there are fertile fields

where there are deserts and open oceans

horizons
oceans,
fertile fields
the desert
horizons and beyond them other horizons,
faces,
smiles,
there is an open ocean out there somewhere and
we are heading full steam ahead

until we fall over the edge of the world
screaming in amazement

Xmas gift

Late, but still, sometimes it's slowly ....different and better.Music credit to LonePeakMusic
 Lyrics:

when the bone is cooked long enough...
when the bone is cooked long enough
acquires a special shine

...and while cooking the bones:

 XMAS GIFT by Allen Ginsberg

I met Einstein in a dream
Springtime on Princeton lawn grass
I kneeled down and kissed his young thumb
like a ruddy pope
his fresh face broad cheeked rosy
“I invented a universe separate,
something like a Virgin” –
“Yes, the creature gives birth to itself,”
I quoted from Mescaline
We sat down open air universal summer
to eat lunch, professor’s wives
at the Tennis Court Club,
our meeting eternal, as expected,
my gesture to kiss his fist
unexpectedly saintly
considering the Atom Bomb I didn’t mention,

New York, December 14, 1972

Allen Ginsberg – from “Mind Breaths – Poems 1972-1977″