۲۷ اردیبهشت ۱۳۹۰

relaxed it’s Fed ex





Some times, I think
 it is late to drink a coffee
 enjoy the taste, or the moment of getting surrounded with aroma.
 It is not only the coffee alone
 but the atmosphere
 relaxed it’s Fed ex




By damon

۲۹ خرداد ۱۳۸۹

Remembrance





Remembrance

I am the terrified child Longing for the comfort of my father’s soft hand. The tears rolled down my once rosy cheeks as he left to fill a filthy trench. The pain and sorrow in my heart would never heal. The day he left I would never forget. The day he left I felt sadness. The day he left I knew he wouldn’t come back. I am terrified child awaking in the dark, cold night screaming his name knowing he’s not here any more.


By Mandy

۱ اردیبهشت ۱۳۸۹

Let them think



Let them think- they have won
Let them think- they du have profit from.
Let them pile interest on interest in their treasure.
Just let them
“Those who follow them, are wolfs in the sheep clothes Sheppard knows”



By Damon

۲۱ فروردین ۱۳۸۹

I hear them


I hear them
at least I hear the noises of hoofs their horses
they’re coming in battalion in cavalry in millions
they’re illegal, aliens. 
They get us
they take us. 
they unclothe us they wash us they make us 
They cloth us 
they replace us.
pretty soon 
they’re aliens. 


 By Damon

۸ بهمن ۱۳۸۶

I love Saturday so much I could eat them


I love Saturdays more then Mondays.

Absolutely, so untouchable are the Saturdays in compare with Mondays. 

Any time at Mondays, I am happy to see again next Saturdays, but in another hand, 

I’m so sad and miss past Saturdays.

Any past Saturday had bin left an icon open since genesis, to be not answered and be 

for ever unanswered. 

I love Saturdays, so much I could eat them all. 




By Damon. 


to Alan, a friend I never know