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.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Soggy Love Note Poem By Larry Patterson

Underneath all the chemicals is a good man.
He hides inside of a bottle screaming.
He writes you a letter after it's empty.
Sticks it inside of the glass bottle.
Hoping you get it. The letter say's
I'm sorry. It say's I love you....
The waves smash this bottle into rocks.
The glass breaks apart like our love.
The paper was wet before touching water.
Soggy from my tears, it enters the water.
Disintegrating into small pieces, like our love.
Into small memories I've held onto.
The memory of when I've held onto you all night.
That paper is gone,
our memories will live on.
Even when you're gone.
I will still hold on.
I will go on.
You'll always have a piece of my heart.
You had it from the start.
You'll have it in the end.
Even when you tossed it away early.
In the trash a world of love wastes away.
You'll never notice it inside of there.
What you had was rare.
Even diamonds are rough when first found.
I was never cut, only by past hurt.
After being polished my soul shines.
It's to late you're not mine.
Now there is a line.
All wanting what you gave up on.
So I'm moving on...

The End

Larry Patterson

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