Integrity: adherene to moral principles, honesty..and the quality or condition of being whole..undivided.
Cheating: to deprive someone of something valuable by use of deceit.
Most, if not all of us, need, and very much desire physical intimacy (yes, sx). Can I say sx on here? ...I'm not sure. Sx is like the greatest thing ever invented. It's right up there with eating and sleeping. Everybody likes it..everybody wants it. But when someone is in an exclusive relationship with another, married or not, you don't get to have sx with whoever you want anymore. True, everyone makes mistakes sometimes, no one is perfect, and at times we are weak, for one reason or another. But an honorable man or woman...a person with integrity and inner discipline...recovers..and learns from the mistake...and doesn't repeat it. That is not what cheaters do. Cheaters are habitual. That means repeat offenders. Cheaters talk about things like honor and will power and integrity, but they don't practice it in the place it counts the most, with their beloved. With cheaters, it isn't about a "mistake".... a one time thing they feel horrible about afterward and promise themselves never to repeat. Cheaters simply don't care. It's not that they don't care about the girlfriend/boyfriend, or fiance or spouse that they have made a promise of committment to. They do care...they just care more about themselves. It is the promise of faithfulness itself that is meaningless to them...it is simply empty of any real sincerity. But the problem is that the promise is accepted by the loved one as sincere. That promise is relied upon and as important as though it were tangible. So irrespective of how much the cheater spits upon the promise everytime he or she cheats...that promise is HOLY. Yes, that's right..HOLY. What does that mean...holy? Like church holy..or holy water holy? How is a promise holy? Well, really one could argue that any promise is holy, but how much more so when a person believes and loves and trusts another...putting all of their faith and future hope on a promise of real love and commitment. That trust and love make the promise holy. It is not the hollow promise itself, but that loving reliance upon the promise that creates the holiness...the pure beauty of love... and the faith that it is returned exclusively to the beloved.
The true sadness is that the beloved will eventually find out about the cheater and then the house of cards will come tumbling down. Not only is the relationship destroyed, but the trust, faith, and love is destroyed as well, and it may be difficult to ever trust again, in any relationship. Such immense pain can be caused. It is amazing that cheaters don't seem to care or think about the consequences of these indiscretions. Do any of them think ahead of time about the people and/or god forbid, children that will be left lying in the wake of their utterly selfish acts? The people that will be left trying to pick of the pieces of their hearts, and try to rationalize whether anything that they had believed in was actually real.
The question is, what and who does the cheater value?? What does the cheater respect? Do they even value their own selves? Does a person who thinks nothing of cheating on a regular basis, or every chance they get on their loved one value and respect anything? Clearly there is no respect for the promise made. There is no respect for the one whom the cheater purports to love. There is no respect for the man or woman the cheater is doing the cheating with...because clearly that person is just being used to fulfill a carnal desire..and arguably the cheater doesn't even respect him or herself, because a person with an inner moral compass respects him or herself enough not to do things that will cause pain to others, especially those who love him or her.
So maybe the cheater does not have any real understanding of what is holy..the meaning of a promise...an understanding of integrity...of sacrifice...of the pure beauty of love. If a man or a woman is in a relationship and can't keep their **** legs closed...then that person has no business being in a relationship. Its just that simple. You can't have your cake and eat it too, and then want to eat someone else's cake as well. If you are so selfish and deceitful that you can't be honest and faithful to the one you profess to love...then do that person a favor and either agree with them to have an open relationship, or let them go. Because the act of cheating is entirely selfish in every way. Cheaters want the security and benefits of an ongoing relationship with their significant other, and they want to mess around on the side as well because then they have the best of both worlds.
But you don't have to go to church or believe in any particular religion to know that cheating is wrong. It is a hurtful despicable act made even more vicious because it is intentional and hurts the person who loves the perpetrator. How many crimes are like that? ....the most heinous.
So, if you are a cheater..don't ever talk about honor and integrity and code of conduct. You have no right to utter those words. Because when you live by principles of ethical behavior, you don't pick and choose when to apply those principles. You don't decide that they apply in some areas of your life, on some days, but not on others. Think before you act..think about who will suffer from your actions...think about the destruction you will cause...do not believe that you can get away with it forever, because eventually the law of the universe will catch up to you. There is retribution for every act in which we inflict pain on another...for every time we make a promise and then break it..whether anyone ever knows about it or not...just some food for thought
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
Can't sleep tonight
my head is full of
you again..
and **** it...
I didn't even want this to begin.
Just want to stop thinking about
you
Why is this so difficult to do??
Really, its much too painful, you know??
How did these feelings learn to grow??
**** things are like weeds
Tangled around my heart
Wish I could've pulled them out
Before they got their start.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
In the light you shine
wish you were mine
dazzling white
like
starlight at night
so
painfully bright
the
eagle in flight
and
I've lost my sight
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
At first I thought you were great
Funny, cute, clearly first rate
But then your true colors came through...
And I thought, wow?
Is this the real you?
What was I thinking when I started talking to you?
**** you annoy me
Drama is your first name
And every day with you is some new stupid game
You say that its over but then text me for hours
Listening to your crap requires multiple showers
Its like I can be happy and on top of the world
then you start your analyzing ******** and hurl
All kinds of verbal ******** that’s not even true
Deleting you completely seems the best thing to do
Have a good life, stop texting, stop calling
Okay you’ve got five girls now? Wow you really are balling
Good for you, I’m happy, more power to you
Now read my lips ass…you're just a fly… shoo.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
It grew that winter under the ice
When everything else died
As though it had taken from them to give itself life
Black crooked stalks
clawing up between the old fence posts,
those old white posts he asked us to paint every summer
when the sun was still high.
But now it's twilight
and the shadows are
twisting again
twisting in the bramble bush
Waiting there
in the dark corner of the back yard
where we finally refused to go because the
bramble bush watched
we knew
but mother wouldn't listen...
even when the thorns caught her that day
and soaked blood into her best satin dress
but it was night when the air grew thick
in our dreams
too thick to breathe or scream...
When the thing that lived in the bramble bush
came out to play.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
Gnawing, that’s what you do
All of you
Dogs teeth on a bone
Mauling
Tearing
Shredding
Razorsharp
Gleam in the eye of the night
Blood stained fangs
Sink into your heart
Rip it apart
Smile
Woman
I am man’s best friend.
Everywhere.
Can’t escape
These Hounds
Fur caked with the blood of
The wounded and dead
***** Depraved Heartless Creature
You live in the shadows
Licking your teeth waiting for prey
Because it is only meat you crave
And the smell of it makes you raw with power
You are not noble, not high, not to be trusted
How many innocents have been betrayed
With your hollow words
The sudden flash of your knife
Your cold vicious stabbing
That says
I will love you over and over
With my dagger buried to its hilt while you cling
To my whisper
Until you trust nothing, believe nothing are nothing
You will be a rag doll of emptiness when I have taken
All from you.
And then my pack will come
pack after pack after pack
each like me
And you will be swallowed in the fury
Of my heartlessness
I am man’s best friend
And you are only
Woman
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
Triste, triste
Detras de los cristales
La lluvia cae
Cae, cae,
El cielo esta llorando
El sol la ha abandonado
Y el invierno es largo
Y frio
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
Te extraño....sí.
he lo dicho..
en estos sombras suaves
lo susurran
como la luna pasa por mi ventana
y mi imagina la caricia
de tus manos..
el rumor de tu risa
y el dulce de sus palabras
sí..
***** es el calor
de tu cabello
como la noche
profundo..espeso..llena
de ti..
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
When your heart is ready,
Your beloved will come
And you’ll trust once again,
Where before you felt numb
He listens, he cares, he knows what to say
To make your eyes shine
On a miserable day
He holds you close on cold nights
His eyes are only for you
And he’d move a mountain
To be next to you.
To him you are perfect
Every flaw every strength
A beautiful canvas of womanly grace
From the very first time
That you talked, that you kissed
It just seemed so easy
And you knew what you’d missed
All those years
Struggling, fighting with
The wrong type of guy
Wearing down your spirit
Until you had no more try
But your beloved is coming
And you’ll know it then
The right time, the right place
That first look, that first embrace
When two kindred souls meet,
And not even sugar will taste
Quite as sweet.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
La tierra tenia sed
y tenia ganas de beber
y le llamó a Tláloc
El Dios de la fertilidad
y El trajo la lluvia...
grueso y pesado
y le empapó a ella
hasta que la tierra
estaba húmeda
y satisfecho
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC