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.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

The One By Larry Patterson

The one makes you smile, laugh, brings feelings never felt. The one makes your heart beat a tune that sounds like an old love song. Love is the sound of my hearts melody blasting away. When she speaks her voice makes a cold breeze flow through my ear that travels down my spine. Arousing my every inch. She can bring a man to his knees with one look. Her eyes are burning fire. That seeks only my strong love. Although she is strong, her soul seeks a powerful man. Yet, a gentle man that can hold her softly into the night.

The one makes the powerful man weak at the knees. I protect her, yet she protects my weak damaged heart. Together we make love jump out from it's shoes. We make cupid run in terror. Those things couldn't explain the one. Cupid couldn't explain my love. There is a love so deep that even demons cry at it's bueaty. A love so deep the world couldn't handle the depths. Deep in my heart is where you have been. Even while gone you remained. When life got bad the memories we shared comforted me into a peaceful trance. Tranquility at it's finest. You are the finest. Like a hundred year old wine touching my lips. I want your lips on mine just for one kiss. Cherished your love will be with this man. A man that has fought many battles. A man strong enough to fight on broken legs.

I am not complete. If your love so happens to pass my way. You will be the last puzzle in my picture of real love. A vision so beautiful that even white doves wouldn't be good enough for this picture. The only thing perfect for this picture is us together... beautiful.

The End

Larry Patterson

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