Saint Peter’s Gate!

Yesterday, I went to one of my friend’s home. He is really interesting and lovely friend for me.
Sometimes, he helped me in to my lessons.
His name is Rostam, his name is the same as one character of Shahname Ferdosi’s book. (Shahname Ferdosi = One of popular iranian epic poem book.)
I learn, very thing in life by Rostam.
I love he and I think he loves me too! (Feeling are mutual!)
“he told me, do you want to listen to my favorit song?”
I listened to it, it was really nice.
You can read it here.
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Song: (Saint Peter’s Gate)
By Chris de Burgh
Album: “Quiet Revolution”
Years Released: 1999
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I was lost in the dark,
And the fear was in my heart,
All around me the forest and the rain,
Then with the flash of a light, I saw it in the night,
I must be getting near – Saint Peter’s Gate!

When I went through the door, he was standing in the hall,
An old man with a beard of shining white,
He said “I’ve been expecting you, let me show you to your room”,
And he took me all the way by candlelight,
And lying there on the bed, a book, black & red,
My name was written on the front in gold,
And when I opened it up, there were pictures of my life,
And a voice began to call from down below;

Nobody will get through, nobody,
Not even you, can escape the Judgement Day,
Nobody will be spared, Heaven is only there,
For the ones who satisfy them at – Saint Peter’s Gate.

“Come with me” said that old man, as he took me by the hand
“There is someone here that you have seen before,
In this room on the left, a man who did his best,
To bring joy and happiness to one and all;

But in that room on the right, a dictator in life,
We’ve been waiting for him here,as you can tell,
For all the blood he’s spilled,
And for all the ones he’s killed,
We condemn him to eternity in hell;

Nobody will get through, Nobody,
Not even you, can escape the Judgement Day,
Nobody will be spared,Heaven is only there,
For the ones who satisfy them at – Saint Peter’s Gate.

I woke up with the dawn, there was someone in my room,
A woman, like an angel all in white,
And then she told me “You must run, for your time has yet to come,
Go now, before they change their minds”,

And from the window I saw,
A thousand or more,
Bringing that dictator to his knees,
And his cries broke the sound,
Of my footsteps on the ground,
As I made it to the safety of the trees:

Nobody will get through,
Nobody not even you,
Can escape the judgement day,
Nobody will be spared,
Heaven is only there,
For the ones who satisfy them at…
Saint Peters Gate.

Nobody will get through,
Nobody not even you,
Can escape the judgement day,
Nobody will be spared,
Heaven is only there,
For the ones who satisfy them at,
St Peters Gate.

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I Blog Alone!

I spill my guts online
At live dot home dot blog my name dot com
No one hits my site
But it’s home to me and I blog alone

I dish out brilliant quotes
On the blogger board of broken links
Guess who leaves me notes?
Yes, I’m the only one and I blog alone

I blog alone
I blog alone

I blog alone
I blog a-

I work all
Day to make the Web admire me
It’s not my
Job; if my boss knew, she’d fire me
That’s fine; the
New York Times would beg to hire me
Till then I
BLOG ALONE

Bla-ah, bla-ah, bla-ah, blah-og
Bla-ah, bla-ah, blah-og

I mock celebrities,
Politics and sports and TV shows
Then I Google me
And hope it links to where I blog alone

I can’t sleep at night
Even on vacation far from home
I pull up my site
To know I’m still online and I blog alone

I blog alone
I blog alone

I blog alone
I blog a-

My only
Friends are avatars and smileys
I humbly
Post my views then praise them highly
Some day I’ll
Sell my soul like Bill O’Reilly
Till then I
BLOG ALONE

Bla-ah, bla-ah, bla-ah, blah-og
Bla-ah, bla-ah

I blog alone
I blog alone

I unmask media lies
On the blogger board of broken links
Guess who leaves replies?
Yes, I’m the only one and I blog alone

Hey, look, they
Praised me in the News on Sunday
My site got
Thirteen million hits in one day
Okay, I
Lied, but that could happen some day
Till then I
BLOG ALONE

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Parody of Green Day’s “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”
Lyrics by M. Spaff Sumsion
Performed By Robert Lund
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You can download this music here Or here.

Happy Valentines Day.

Valentine And Google logo
You see the google logo becase, today is Valentines Day.
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I don,t have any love but, I think this poem is very nice…

Happy Valentines Day.
One look
One smile
One touch
One embrace
One kiss
One love
Two people
Two minds
Two souls
Two destinies
One road
One journey
One ending
Together.

Sohrab Sepehri

Sohrab Sepehri
Poet and painter Sohrab Sepehri was born in 1928 in Kashan Iran. After obtaining his high school diploma, he attended and obtained a Bachelor of Arts from Honar-haye Ziba University. In the first twelve years after his graduation he worked in several government agencies while on the side pursuing his personal interest in poetry and painting. During these years he also traveled on numerous occasions to Europe, and Africa.
In 1964 he completely resigned from his governmental position and began focusing all his time and energy on poetry and painting. He moved and lived in USA for one year, and subsequently spent about two years living in Paris. During this time period he painted numerous paintings applying the same soft and gentle style which can be found in his poems.
In In 1979 he was diagnosed with cancer and for the last time he moved to England for treatment. A year later, in 1980, he passed away in Tehran and now he rests in his birth place, Kashan.

My heart will go on…

Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you,
That is how I know you go on.
Far across the distance and spaces between us
You have come to show you go on.
Near, far, wherever you are,
I believe that the heart does go on.
Once more, you open the door
And you’re here in my heart,
And my heart will go on and on.
Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime,
And never let go till we’re gone.
Love was when I loved you, one true time I hold to.
In my life we’ll always go on.
Near, far, wherever you are,
I believe that the heart does go on.
Once more, you open the door
And you’re here in my heart,
And my heart will go on and on.
You’re here, there’s nothing to fear,
And I know that my heart will go on.
We’ll stay forever this way.
You are safe in my heart,
And my heart will go on and on.
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Lyrics by: Will Jennings
Music by: James Horner

In Goulestaneh!

What wide plains!
What lofty mountains!
What sweet scent of grass comes from Gulestaneh!
I was looking for something in this village
Perhaps for a slumber
Some light, some sand, some smile
Behind the poplar trees
There was some pure negligence that called me
I stopped at a Redland, the wind was blowing, and I listened
Who was it that talked to me?
A lizard slipped
I started walking
A hayfield in the way
Then a cucumber bed, flower bushes of color and the oblivion of earth
I put off my shoes and sat down my feet dangling in the stream
How green am I today
And how clever is my body!
God forbid if grief arrives from behind the mountain
Who is hiding behind the tree?
Nobody, only a cow is grazing in the field
It is noontime in summer
Shadows know that kind of summer it is
Spotless shadows
Bright and pure corners
Sensitive children! Here is a good place to play life is not empty
There is kindness, apple, and faith
Yes!
One must live as long as the anemone exists
Something is lurking in my heart like a bush of light, like slumber before daybreak
And so restless am I that I wish
To run to the end of the plain, climb to the peak of the mountain
There is a voice in the distance that is calling me…
(Sohrab Sepehri)

The sky is mine!

And a God who is nearby
Within these gillyflowers, at the foot of yonder lofty oak,
On the stream’s awareness, on the plant’s law

I am a Muslim
The rose is my Qebleh
The spring my prayer-carpet
The light, my prayer stone
The field my prostrate place
I take ablution with the heartbeat of windows
Moon flows into my prayer, gently it flows
The rock is visible from behind my prayer
All particles of my prayer are illuminated
I pray when the wind calls for prayer
From the cypress tree’s minaret
I practice my ritual when weeds say God is Greater
When wave raises

I went as to the party thrown by the world
I went to the field of sorrow
To the garden of mysticism
I went to the illuminated veranda of knowledge
I mounted the stairs of religion
To the end of the doubt’s alley,
To the cool air of independence
To the wet night of kindness
I went to visit somebody at the other side of love
I went and went up to the woman
To the lamp of pleasure
To the silence of desire
To the loud voice of loneliness

Life is a pleasant custom
Life wears wings as wide as death
It leaps to the dimensions of love
Life is nothing that might from my mind and your mind in the tip of habit’s shelf
Life is the attraction of a hand that reaps
Life is the first black fig in the acrid mouth of summer
Life is the dimension of a tree in the eyes of an insect
Life is the experience of bat in the darkness
Life is a strange sense experienced by a migrating bird
Life is the whistling of a train ringing in the sleep of a bridge
Life is like looking at a garden through the closed window of an airplane
The news of a rocket flying to the space
Touching the solitude of moon
The thought of smelling the flower in other planets

Where I am, let it be so
The sky is mine
The window, thought, air, love, earth is mine
What signifies?
If mushrooms of nostalgia
Sometimes grow?

Let’s not abuse moonshine if we suffer from fever
(Occasionally I have observed the moon descending during fever
And reaching the hand of the roof of heaven
I have noticed the goldfinch singing better
Sometimes the wound beneath my foot
Has taught the ups and downs of earth
Sometimes in my sickbed the dimension of the rose has multiplied
And the diameter of orange has increased, the radius of lantern too)

Kashan, Chenar Village, summer 1994
(Sohrab)