Soft words about the end.

Read and recorded for You once in Studio Shaark , behind glass is sound engineer Pavel Hlavica…echoes on end of the poem is his work, thanks.
Words.

Soft words about the end.

Lubomír Tomik

You're hovering over an ice field,
silent scars cut into the body of the snow

  I haven't known you in a long time,
blood drew soft words in the snow
about the end,

suddenly You are everywhere
and the story begins. 

from the ,, Dinner at Minski´s and other poems / 2O16 /

End of all words.

Read and recorded right here, in this shelter, in the winter, in the snow, but for You.

End of all words. Read and recorded For You , 29.1.21 on the frozen Lake of Balaton, Nový Hrozenkov. just while before I saw You with wet hair after showering.
End of all words.

Lubomír Tomik

And for all those centuries,
crowds of oysters risk hugging  mouths
 and burst in,
silky curled lips beams
and barely resistant to The Wild Hunt of the Ghost of Love.

Soon,

hit me,

 squeeze my heart and
               launch a cannonade of words,

                                                   Beauty.




…from the forthcoming collection of poems Map of the Continent of Your Heart, for which the foreword was written by Pavla Jonsson from the band Zuby Nehty and for which Alan Moore approved the use of one of his sentences.

The one and only Alan Moore. The dreams come true.

All this , For You.

Sněží

Je 19.března a venku, v nemocnici UH sněží…pohled z mého okna

PS.. uběhne pár minut…. Právě jsem si uvědomil tu ,,drobnou náhodu „… za tmy zveřejním báseň o sněhu…a o něco později opravdu sněží….a tedy píši sem, že bych rád něco..co už opravdu desítky měsíců nemám… napíši to tady na kus papíru tužkou, teď, vytvářím realitu.

Soft words about the end.

She drawn by me with a pencil.

Soft words about the end. Read and recorded For You in Studio Shaark once.
Soft words about the end.

Lubomír Tomik

You're hovering over an ice field,
silent scars cut into the body of the snow.

I haven't known You in so long,
blood drew soft words in the snow
at the end.


Suddenly You're everywhere ... and the story begins.

From the ,, Dinner at Minski´s“ /2016/

Read and recorded for You in the snow, on the frozen Lake Balaton….Covered in leaves.

Covered in leaves.

 Lubomír Tomik

 Covered in leaves,
 covered with a clever stingray,
 in green leaves,
 sleepy.

 Until the caravans go astray,
 until the sand
 does not stain with blood,
 drops of sea, salt, sweat,

 Your tongue,
 is on their tracks.

 In the fallen leaf,
 her body
 withered,,
 beautified.
Covered in leaves. Read and recorded for You in the snow, on the frozen Lake Balaton in Nový Hrozenkov, 29.1.21

V listí zalitá.

 Lubomír Tomik

 V listí zalitá,
 vychytralou trnuchou přikrytá,
 v zeleném listí,
 ospalá.

 Dokud neodejdou karavany běd,
 dokud se písek,
 nezbarví krví,
 kapky moře, soli, potu,

 Tvůj jazyk,
 je jim na stopách.

V opadaném listí,
 její tělo,
 uschlo,
 zkrásnělo.