Johnny and the Whore (Reader Discretion Advised)

The whore went down to Georgia she was looking for a guy to fuck
She was a fraud, her method was flawed, in bed she was a duck
She came across this young man Johnny watching porn and getting turned on
The whore took off her shirt,and began to flirt, said, "Boy, stop watching porn"

"You can see my tits and you can suck on them too
It'll take some cash, but we'll have a bash, it's all up to you"
The boy said "My names Johnny and damn I can take you now,
But I'm going to stay right here , and have a beer, maybe get some chow"

The whore couldn't believe her ears and she slapped Johnny's face
She stood up and said, let's get into bed, I'll take you to fourth base
Johnny looked at her with rage and said "I'll count till 10"
He rolled up his sleeve, told her to leave, said "Don't ever do that again"

The whore knew she had a fight and she was going to win
She took off her jeans, her legs were lean, and she stroked Johnny's chin
Johnny knew it wouldn't work and said "Look, don't even try"
But she took his hand, made him stand, and said "Come on don't be shy"

Johnny sipped his beer and told the whore he's not impressed,
She stroked his leg, she was ready to beg, she said "what if I charge you less?"
Johnny said "It's a nice offer but no thanks"
The whore grabbed his crotch, and as he watched, tried to take off his pants

He removed her hand and put his pants back on
The whore said "I'll do some more, you can be sure, and then I'll be gone"
Johnny said no again and the whore knew she'd have to go away
And as she walked, he grabbed his cock, and said, "If only she knew I was gay"

I am (The) One

Five organs, for things like taste and vision
And the mind, for internal cognition
Is this entire world contained inside me
Or am I a small particle of all that I don’t even see

What I hear depends on my concentration
Yet I can’t escape the noise in a crowded station
Voices and noises, are they all in my head
Will sound cease to exist once I’m dead?

My nostrils respond to the smell of oil
But not to a fragrance that’s far away
I can smell the freshness of the soil
But nothing that's buried under clay

My eyes see a paper torn asunder
And my mind does indeed wonder
In life do I see confusion,
Because it’s all just an illusion?

Am I the infinite, or am I a decimal
Either the absolute, or the infinitesimal
My limited perception is a paradox
Or maybe the unperceived is in my little box

Dialectic Chaos

Night divide day, day erase night
A rat scurries across the plain,a bird in flight
A predator looms, hunting for it's prey
One escapes doom,so die another day


Step on the moon,which eclipsed the sun
Man in space,we answer to none
Sun burns the earth barren,people hung out to dry
A man conquers mountains, yet so many hopeful are destined to die


Bound forever by the limits of this world
And yet there is thought, freedom unfurled
Restricted by gravity, inertia holds us in place
But the mind flies free, moves without a trace


The cogs turn on, grind against one another
Stranger saves a life, brother kills brother
One buys and the other sells, the clock hand circles for eternity
So many are so different, yet are bound by fraternity


Equilibrium is the constant of existence
Time erodes doubt, no question of resistance
A baby born utters a cry, a man gives out his dying groan
Birth by force, death by design, into this world we're thrown


Perception, power of the mind so profound
But each one differs, the true answer is to be found
What is good and what is evil, none worthy to decide
But neither ceases to fight, and the bout won't go to either side


There is eternal struggle, each element hoping for lasting victory
But it cannot happen, for to the divine balance this is contradictory
Night divides day, and is darkest before the dawn
Day erases night, and in this endless cycle life goes on

The World is a Stage

It’s the actor the crowd comes to see

The actor the crowd wants to be

That I please you is a result of my art

You didn’t put me here, I was here from the start

So if you feel disappointed, or at all hard done by

I’m sorry, I assure you I did try

Don’t blame if you didn’t get what you bargained for

I promised you nothing; you have no right to be sore

Yes I have been the best, the best there ever was

Talent , effort, destiny, who knows the cause

As your awe turns into adulation

You translate it into expectation

I do appreciate you, don’t get me wrong

But a guitar string can break during a song

Should I do what satisfies you

Or should I satisfy you with what I do

Since good isn’t good enough for me now

I must excel, surprise; take a bow

Your emotions you think dictate my acts

Your judgement you think is as good as fact

Just call me God, and expect worthy feats

Expect me to dance to your beats

Your presence, designed to make me nervous

For this God is reduced to your service

The Battle Of ?

There is a search for glory, a dream to be believed

There is a quest, immortality to be achieved

There is a perfect moment, where the dream is to be taken

And if it is gone, then one is to be left forsaken

To take our share we crossed the shores

Eighty men, divided into fours

The veterans were there, along with the new breed

In the end though, all men of the same seed

Crisp orders met with a quick "Sir yes sir"

The enemy's in sight, a distant blur

The plan is simple, engage and assault

The fear of disgrace, and it being your fault

The bugle sounds and the nightmare turns real

I crush a man beneath me and hear him squeal

"There are plenty more for you to crush, son"

The General said, toasting me with his gun

The sun shined as the battle raged on

Cloth was hanging off bones as skin was torn

I turned around and heard a sickening thud

I saw a severed head and glistening blood

So we shot and we killed and we saw our friends die

Then the vultures came and they circled the sky

We were losing but defeat was not a choice

"Attack", the order was given with a defeated voice

'We'll make it through this", an old hand assured

"Don't let me die here", a young man implored

Backup was on its way, it was our only hope

As we took cover further up the slope

Miraculously, we survived the next twelve hours

Surely not without the help of some divine power

Victory was in sight, and the backup wouldn't be long

But the time passed by, clearly something was wrong

Command had abandoned our regiment, the messenger was told

We had been sold down the river, left out in the cold

The cost was too great, the risk was too high

And the entire backup story was a lie

So we cursed the enemy and we cursed the state

We thought of strategies, but it was too late

Our dreams broken; as the enemy marched up the hill

Not a word spoken; as they took aim and prepared for the kill

The Guest

“you’re here!” said the host to the guest

Quickly separating himself from the rest

“come on have a drink” he suggested to the latest arrival

Smiling like his entire night just underwent revival

The guest smiled bemused and shook his hand

Asked him how he was, commented on the band

Graciously accepted his drink and sipped it slowly

And with a pleased expression said “its a vintage, surely”

“heaves no! Its a cheap local brew

Looks like its deceived you”

The guest smiled again, embarrassed though

And a drop of sweat showed on his brow

“Wont you come and meet the old crowd ?

They’ve all showed up this time around”

“IN a minute. In a minute, ill see the old boys

Talk to them about their wives and their toys”

“Howve you been you old fox ?

Say, do you still mismatch your socks ?”

And with a laugh and a pat on the shoulder

The guest commented that the host looked a lot older

“Ah don’t go there it’s a sensitive area

Damn traffic and terror hysteria

Say pal, i see youve aged well”

“Ah my man, im glad you could tell”

Suddenly, abruptly, the host dropped his air of charity

And in his drunken manner, there came a moment of clarity

“it is you, isn’t it ? good ol harry my roommate

The rascal who ruined my first date”

“well”the guest said with some trepidation

“ i guess i did a fair impersonation

Truth is , i entered the wrong house in my haste

And ive been lying about everything but my taste”

The host stood there transfixed, like in a trance

While behind him the good ol boys did dance

before leaving the guest did shake his hand

And he smiled bemused, and toasted the band