Wednesday, January 20, 2010

DEDICATED IN STRENGTH & HONOR TO ~ GLADIATOR ZERO ~ & *HIS BLESSED* 30 YEAR "TAKE IT TO THE LIMIT" DESPERADO ARENA PASSIONSWORD STRUGGLE

THUS HERE'S TO GLADIATOR ZERO'S
30 YEAR "NO U TURN" PASSIONSWORD ARENA
UPON COMPETITION SMILING ORIGINS DREAM
EVEN IF ALONE NOW I FOREVER STAND AT
THE CROSSROADS OF YESTERDAY'S SOMEWHERE
ANDTHE EDGE OF TOMORROW'S NOWHERE

BUT ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS...
THAT WITHIN DESTINY'S APPOINTED PATH
OF LIFE'S FATED JOURNEY THERE IS...& SO THE PASSIONSWORD ARENA IS DEDICATED TO
MY SISYPHUS ROLLING STONE GENERATION FATHER
& TO HIS "ENTER SANDMAN" HOURGLASS FATHER
MY GRANDFATHER LEROY

ALSO GIVEN FORTH IN TIME HONORED FAITH
& IN LOVING MEMORY TO OUR DEAR FRIENDS
(who they murdered in cold blood)

DANNY CASOLARO
DOUG HOPKINS
FRANK WHITE
BRANDON LEE
ANGRY BEAR NIETO
KEN TRENTADUE
CRAIG TOOHY
KIRK VANDERBUR
JOSE TRIAS
TSUNAO SAITOH
BENITO QUE
HARITH AL-OBEIDI~ LOOKS LIKE THEY TOOK MY FRIENDS ~
& TO ALL THE OTHERS THAT THEY HAVE MURDERED

(May they all finally R.I.P)
But they shall do so only after
the full cup of Vengeance is drunk dry.

AND IN THAT DIVINE REALIZATION KNOW THAT
WITHIN THE SACRED HOURGLASS OF TIME & SPACE
DIVINE RETRIBUTION WILL SOMEDAY BE OURS...So...Come on, come on down, you got it in you.
AH HA...Got to scrape that shit right off you shoes.

For...
"If ye love wealth better than liberty,
the tranquility of servitude better
than the animating contest of freedom,
go home from us in peace. We ask
not your counsel or your arms.
Crouch down and lick the hands of those
who feed you. May your chains sets
lightly upon you. May posterity forget
that ye were our countrymen." - Samuel Adams

JUST THE ESSENCE OF TRYING TO KEEP
THAT ETERNAL PEACEFUL EASY FEELINGFOREVER REFLECTED IN THE MAGIC MIRROR OF
REFLECTED TRUTH AT THE TRUTH THAT LIES WITHIN

Thus Oh...Mirror,Mirror On The Wall
Who's The Most Foolish Of Them All
If The Truth Reflects In Glass
The Merry Truth Must Then Be Cast

Mirror,Mirror On The Wall
Tell Of The King Of Fools To All
Raise A Toast, Lift A Glass
For The Merry Truth Will Then Be Cast

Clowns are like a mirror to our eyes
Wearing a painted smile
They throw the pies
Giving us time to think for a while
For whatever sadness lies beneath
We open our mouths and show our teethAnd yet whether in the street
Or in the tent
The clown trying to reach
Through an invisible wall
He serves us through his kindly acts
But really it is he who can teach
As we are given his act of kindness

May we remember why we were there
What we took from the Clown
Why the Clown is the most important person around.

For They Stand upon
The Far Shore Of Distant sorrows
With The eternal value of ...
cheering up sad people in mind.~ Thus Once Again ~
Oh...Mirror,Mirror On The Wall
Tell The Tale To One And All
Let It Be Known Far And Wide
That Truth Be Cast From Deep Inside

Then All Shall Come To Gaze And See
The Reflection Of Truth That None Can Flee
Forever Held In A Tale Of Tales
Within A Hope That Never Fails

And Thus The Dream Shall Come To Pass
In A StoryBook Tale That Reflects In GlassThe Talmud tells of a sage who was walking in the marketplace with the Prophet Elijah. He asked the prophet who, among all the throng, had a place in the World to Come. At first Elijah could find no one. Then two people entered the marketplace. The prophet identified them as persons worthy of the World to Come. The sage wondered what important, exalted activity they were engaged in. He approached them and thus so asked.

"We're jesters," they replied.
"We go to cheer up those who are depressed."
[Taanis 22a]

For in a sense...'we' are the clowns,
for we do not understand the whole truth.
THUS GIVEN FORTH IN STRENGTH & HONOR TO
ALL INDEPENDENT GREEN GLADIATORS WORLDWIDE
~ KING NOTHING - GLADIATOR ZERO ~FOR THE HOUR OF DEPARTURE HAS ARRIVED
& WE GO OUR WAYS ~ I TO DIE, & YOU TO LIVE
WHICH IS BETTER ONLY THE GODS KNOW
P L A T O , A P O L O G Y

STILL THROUGH IT ALL MAY ...
THE PASSIONSWORD ARENA FORCE
"BE WITH YOU ALWAYS"

Signed Gladly, Sadly & Tragically
At The Silent PassionSword Blades Edge
We Bitter Over Bitter Sweet Gladiators
Of The Society Of The Sacred PassionsWordAS YOU NOW ONCE MORE LIKE BEFORE
FADE TO "I STAND ALONE" BLACK

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