Pick Up The Phone, Before It's Too Late

Pick Up The Phone, Before It's Too Late

A Poem by Jonny The Savage

I guess it all unfolds more-or-less how you expected, hasn't it? I know you bide your time well: you know that it's now or it's never, but if you wait too long; you lose your take - the human race. Such an odd gamble at the end of these shambles of spiritual reckoning that this industrial world introduced. A kind of disconnection with the all...the source...the Monad...the aether, whatever you wish you call her. I just wish that you would call her...

© 2015 Jonny The Savage


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1/31/15

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I guess finding a lady that is truth
you sort of disconnect from everyone and everything

because within her your find a world that you would hang onto
isn't a truthful world just complete beauty

only a call away
and somehow the seconds, minutes, hours you speak its just care free
and happy

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on September 30, 2015
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Tags: Dark Age, Truth, Reality, Esoteric, Kali Yuga, Knowledge, Savage

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Jonny The Savage
Jonny The Savage

Atlantis, Apple Rock



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Aesthete, philosopher and scholar first; and a writer, poet and musician second. A rather blunt individual with no regard for dogma or taboo. A curious soul seeking the truth beyond this mortal coil. more..

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