Sex without Love

What is sex without love at its core
It is not as pleasant or as pure
It is simply lusting
Nothing more

What is sex with love running deep
It is a memory to cherish and keep
It is heartwarming
A victorious leap

Sex without love is terribly disturbing
To the mind of me
Sex without love is not enticing
Not at all to me

Baby Steps

A foal is born, awash in dampness
Kissed by the miracle of life
Rises up shakily; unknowing, unsure
One step, then two, moving forward
Stumbling back
Toward nothingness
And then, suddenly, sees the light
Ahead and knows, instinctively knows
That there, right there
Is freedom, wholeness, healing—
And getting there might be slow
But get there she will
With baby steps

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ޒުވާނުންނަށް ވަޒީފާގެ ފުރުޞަތު ތަނަވަސްކޮސްދިނުމަށާއި، މަސައްކަތްތެރިކަމަށް އަހުލުވެރިކުރުމުގެ ގޮތުން ޓިވެޓް ޕްރޮގްރާމްގެ އެހީލިބިގެން ޖުވެނައިލް އިން ކުރިޔަށް ގެންދާ ކުއަންޓިޓީ ސާވޭ ޓްރެއިނިންގ ޕްރޮގްރާމް ފެށުމުގެ ރަސްމިއްޔާތު 20 މެއި 2010 (ބުރާސްފަތި) ދުވަހުގެރޭ 9:00 ގައި ނޫރާނީ ޕްރީ ސްކޫލުގައި ވަނީ ބޭއްވިފައެވެ. ޖުމްލަ 35 ބައިވެރިން ބައިވެރިވާ މިޕްރޮގްރާމް ގައި ކިޔަވައިދެއްވަނީ މިދާއިރާއިން މަތީ ތަޢުލީމް ޙާޞިލްކުރައްވާފައިވާ އަދި މިހާރުވެސް މިފަދަ ޕްރޮގްރާމްތައް ހިންގަމުންގެންދާ ފަރާތެކެވެ. ޖުވެނައިލްގެ އިދާރީ އޮފީސް ނައިފަރު ރިސޯސް ސެންޓަރު (އެން.އާރު.ސީ) ގެ ހޯލުގައި 2 ޝެޝަނަކަށް ބަހައިލައިގެން ކުރިޔަށްގެންދާ މިޓްރެއިނިންގ ޕްރޮގްރާމް މިހިނގާ މެއި އަދި ޖޫންމަހު ކުރިޔަށްދާނެއެވެ.

I Tried To Love You

I tired to love you
lord knows I did
but you pushed me away
hurt me more than words could ever say
I done everything I could
everything I thought would
make you happy
but I guess I was wrong
cause now here I am setting at the bar
listening to this hurting song
about love gone wrong
drinking beer after beer
crying tear after tear
wishing you were here
tell me what did I say
to make you walk away
what did I do
for you to leave me so blue
baby tell me where did our love go?

Absent Heart

The memory runs hot when ere I walk
On foot-worn paths oft traveled in my youth;
Eyes shut, but still with vision as the hawk,
Images flood the brain, can't paint the truth
In rosy hues. Not able to connect
With pleasant happenings that surely were
A part of childhood, time cannot correct
The wrongs done to a child. He was not there,
As growing up, the learning of the ways
Of a difficult world weighed down the soul
Of a troubled boy given to displays
Of sadness, loneliness, heart less than whole.
In pain of wanting more, a young boy cried,
But he who brought him out would run and hide.

Renewal

The mirror shattered with my heart,
as long nights alone swept past me
and the promise of the kiss died
in a blaze of futility.

There is a new mirror before me,
and my grip on reality grows thin
as hope drops me into the sea
and I swim, swim, and swim again.

Tell me now:

"It is never too late to hear
that love has not yet died
before it had a chance to sway
under the passionate embrace.

"It is never too late, again,
this day, as it was years ago
when our lips could not feel
the pulse under our flesh."

I choose to believe in you, now.

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