نام کلوب :دگراندیشان
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تاسیس : 20 مرداد 1385
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english poems
14 آبان 85 - 09:40

Empty spaces - what are we living for
Abandoned places
I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah
Inside my heart is breaking
My make - up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on

Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for ?
I guess I'm learning (I'm learning learning, learning)
I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning (turning, turning turning)
Round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah, yeah
Ooh, inside my heart is breaking
My make - up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on

Yeah yeah, whoa wo oh oh

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
The show must go on (go on, go on, go on) yeah yeah
The show must go on (go on, go on, go on)
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On - with the show

Ooh, I'll top the bill, I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the show
On with the show
The show - the show must go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
Go on, go on

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10
29 بهمن 1385 ساعت 11:57

NATURE MORT 

the afternoon having left some sun
on the arm of the manila armchair
reminds the house of what is housed
of colors arranged in orders
white mohair curtains fastened like shadows
along brown walls
an opened window framing
a constant flush of sound
like a man who has lost his memory

once he had been given rusted valentines to hold:
the air around the man holding
the rusted valentines
having no trace of shadings
his rough face made rougher by
the fullness of the sky
the sky full of clouds and clouds
floating like white roses

once a small blond girl had entered the room:
"look, isn't this a lovely seashell?
it's the largest seashell in the whole world."

once a woman with hair like cellos:
through arms deft and opened
he refused to crush the wreaths of flowers to him
suspecting them laced with poison
the edges of her heart discolored
the roof perused its collection of snow

soon the sound will turn to violet
offering smooth and blank arrangement
the chair fading into dots
the window into mirrors
later when stillness has stilled the house
the dreams will bring
little bouquets to the man's brain

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22 دی 1385 ساعت 20:50

 

دست آهنین

. . .

همان ترس های قدیمی، همان جنایات گذشته

ما هیچ تغییری با پیشینیان نکردیم...

(مارک نافلر)

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With all the clarity of dream
The sky so blue, the grass so green
The rank and file and the navy blue
The deep and strong, the straight and true

The blue line they got the given sign
The belts and boots march forward in time
The wood and leather the club and shield
Swept like a wave across the battlefield

Now with all the clarity of dream
The blood so red, the grass so green
The gleam of spur on the chestnut flank
The cavalry did burst upon the ranks

Oh the iron will and the iron hand
In englands green and pleasant land
No music for the shameful scene
That night they said it had even shocked the queen

Well alas weve seen it all before
Knights in armour, days for yore
The same old fears and the same old crimes
We havent changed since ancient times

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17 دی 1385 ساعت 06:57
Usually in the morning
Im filled with sweet belonging
And everything is beautiful to see
Even when its raining
The sound of heaven singing
Is simply joyful music to me
Sometimes I feel like a sad song
Like Im all alone without you

So many different places
A million smiling faces
Life is so incredible to me
Especially to be near you
And how it is to touch you
Oh, paradise was made for you and me
Sometimes I feel like a sad song
Like Im all alone without you

I know that life goes on just perfectly
Everything is just the way that it should be
Still there are times when my heart feel like breaking
And anywhere is where Id rather be

Oh, and in the nighttime
I know that its the right time
To hold you close and tell you I love you so
To have someone to share with
And someone I can care with
And that is why I wanted you to know

Sometimes I feel like a sad song
Like Im all alone without you
Without you

John Denver lyric
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28 آذر 1385 ساعت 09:23

 You Know You're Right



I will never promise to

I will never follow you

I will never bother you



Never speak a word again

I will crawl away for good



I will move away from here

You wont be afraid of fear

No thought was put in to this

I always knew it would come to this



Things have never been so swell

I have never failed to feel

Pain

You Know your Right

I'm so warm and calm inside

I no longer have to hide

Let?s talk about someone else

Steaming soup against her mouth

Nothing really bothers her

She just wants to love herself



I will move away from here

You wont be afraid of fear

No thought was put into this

I always knew to come like this



Things have never been so swell

I have never failed to feel

pain



You know Your Right


pain

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23 آذر 1385 ساعت 10:30
: Spiders



The storming of poor June,

All the life running through her hair,

Approaching guiding light,

Our shallow years in fright,

Dreams are made winding through my head,

Through my head,

Before you know,

Awake,

Your lives are open wide,

The V-chip gives them sight,

All the life running through her hair,

The spiders all in tune,

The evening of the moon,

Dreams are made winding through my head,

Through my head,

Before you know,

Awake

Through my head,

Before you know,

Before you know I will be waiting all awake,

Dreams are made winding through her hair,

Dreams are made winding through her hair.
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18 آذر 1385 ساعت 05:13

Here, in this Circle of Love and Light
I stand beneath the sky tonight,
And ask abundance - whilst I sweep -
Of blessings from the Gods to keep.

Cleanse our hearts as we prepare,
Cleanse this Circle - which we share
With Elemental Energies
And Universal Deities.

"Blow your breath oh Eastern One,
Blow from whence the Eagles come.
Cleanse with each and every blast
This sacred Circle which we cast."

"Northern Fires I summon Thee,
Through fire and flame and ecstasy;
Burning clean as you rise -
Red Dragon from the Northern skies."

"Sacred Waters of the West,
Quench our thirst from Nature's breast -
Wash this Temple, we ask you please
Loving Dolphin of Western Seas."

"As I sweep with witches Broom
And look to South - beneath the Moon,
I ask our Mother with each sweep
To keep the Earth beneath our feet."

Cleanse our Heart and clear our Mind
Looking deep until we find
Our Higher Selves who enter here -
- this Sacred Circle swept clean and clear.

(Andi Fisher© 1999-2004)

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2 آذر 1385 ساعت 09:23
who is the thrid who walks always beside you?
when i count' there are only you and i together but when i look ahead up the white road there is always another one walking beside you?
t.s.eliot
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22 آذر 1385 ساعت 05:52

No difference


 

 


 

Small as a peanut,

Big as a giant,

We're all the same size

When we turn off the light.

 

Rich as a sultan,

Poor as a mite,

We're all worth the same

When we turn off the light.

 

Red, black or orange,

Yellow or white,

We all look the same

When we turn off the light.

 

So maybe the way

To make everything right

Is for God to just reach out

 And turn off the light!


Shel SilverStain

 

 

 

With special thanks to our good friend, Parastoo



پیام در تاریخ 85/9/21 ویرایش شده است.
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21 آبان 1385 ساعت 10:15

when i was going up stairs

i met a man who wasn't there

he was not there again today

i wish                                                     

i wish he go away



پیام در تاریخ 85/8/21 ویرایش شده است.
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15 آبان 1385 ساعت 23:42

!!!!the great queens

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