Black Dragon Security☣ Ag3nt47 ☣ The Way of the Samurai is found in death. Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily. Every day when one's body and mind are at peace, one should meditate upon being ripped apart by arrows, rifles, spears and swords, being carried away by surging waves, being thrown into the midst of a great fire, being struck by lightning, being shaken to death by a great earthquake, falling from thousand-foot cliffs, dying of disease or committing seppuku at the death of one's master. And every day without fail one should consider himself as dead. This is the substance of the way of the samurai. Even if one's head were to be suddenly cut off, he should be able to do one more action with certainty. With martial valor, if one becomes like a revengeful ghost and shows great determination, though his head is cut off, he should not die. All warfare is based on deception. To know your Enemy, you must become your Enemy. Pretend inferiority and encourage his arrogance. Strategy without tactics is the slowest route to victory. Tactics without strategy is the noise before defeat. Opportunities multiply as they are seized. Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. Our bodies are given life from the midst of nothingness. Existing where there is nothing is the meaning of the phrase, "form is emptiness." That all things are provided for by nothingness is the meaning of the phrase, "Emptiness is form." One should not think that these are two separate things. When one has made a decision to kill a person, even if it will be very difficult to succeed by advancing straight ahead, it will not do to think about doing it in a long, roundabout way. The Way of the Samurai is one of immediacy, and it is best to dash in headlong. It is said that what is called "the spirit of an age" is something to which one cannot return. That this spirit gradually dissipates is due to the world's coming to an end. For this reason, although one would like to change today's world back to the spirit of one hundred years or more ago, it cannot be done. Thus it is important to make the best out of every generation.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Bluebird By Larry Patterson


Bluebird By Larry Patterson

There’s a dead bluebird in my heart
that wanted to get out
but I was too rough for him
I said die mother fucker, nobody can know you’re in there.
I’m not going to let you be seen.
I’m going to kill you!
So, I pour wine and whiskey on you and let you burn
and feed you pills
than inhale marijuana smoke
and the sluts
and druggies
and bartenders
never know that he’s in there.
There was a bluebird in my heart but he’s dead.
I was to rough for him.
He died a bit every day.
He was to kind for this cruel world.
I couldn’t let him out.
So, the blue bird dies a bit.
Travels my heart going nowhere.
Wanting so much that’s not here.
So it keeps flying no where.
Dieing there in my heart forever.
I never got to let him out.
So, I weep a bit….

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