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 3, 2013

The Angel Written By Larry Patterson


Watch over me angel. Spread your wings over my body. Hold me tight, wrap me up away from this pain. Protect my bleeding heart cause the wolfs have found the red trails dripping from my tired body. Let me finally sleep angel. Inside your wings will be my home. Hold tight, make me feel loved. Let the sorrow spill from my eyes. Wipe my tears angel. Talk with me angel. Take this loneliness away. Lay down with me angel. Allow our bodies to become one. Let me thrust myself into you passionately. Let me rub my hands all over your body. Moan for me angel. Moan from the love given. Your smell and touch comforts me fully. Your smile and voice arouses me into your lover. After all that tell me stories. Amazing stories of great battles. Knights, queens and kings. Swords clashing...

Tell me a story angel.

You do that I will tell you a short one of an angel that comforts my soul.

The End

~ Larry Patterson
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