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.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

The Woman By Larry Patterson

A woman is a gift so bright even gold seems dull. Her soft voice melts me, her sway is like the dance of Gods. The media makes you seem like an object. You are not a bitch but the very essence of bueaty. Sista you have worth, more then an object. You make a rough man like me love. I never cried in pain but that special lady makes me weep. Many tears you catch with your soft gentle hands. When the world throws swords. You are the peace in the blood bath. Hold me girl, calm me from my distress. Hold my hand, your hand is so small. Mine the size of a wild bears paw. Tame me, show me the route of love. All the evil in the world doesn't matter when we lay down together.

A man is nothing without a strong woman behind him. I love your bueaty, woman you make me feel. I am a warrior that is so strong. Hold me my lady, show me the soft side of this planet. The curves of your body is the art of this world. I want to paint your perfection. I want my house filled with many art pieces of your elegance. Arouse and tease me girl. The game you play is only good if you're the prize at the end of each match. Lay with me, stroke my hair. Give yourself to me girl. I will cherish your every inch. Worship you my queen. Every woman is a queen. Let me be your king. We can take over many empires while sharing our love together. You are soft my lady. You still give me strength. I would fight the hardest battle just for you my love.

The End

Larry Patterson

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