If your heart and mind are in the right place, aligned with your Soul Self, you will not be affected by the collapse of Third Dimension, and future events to unfold. Accept, allow, be and let be. Hold in your heart light and love for all. The hour of nightmares is coming to an end, for a new dawn is on the horizon, where the light dissolves the shadows and you enter a new reality of experience. ~Kejraj
Era of Light
Awaken, A New World Is Here
They came with prayers like sharpened blades,
Their tongues dipped deep in holy shades,
And built an altar, tall and proud —
An erection shouting from the crowd.
They claimed the right to cast the stone,
To break the flesh, to guard the throne.
In robes of white, they made their comeback,
But truth lay bleeding in their track.
The tyrants fell, but not the chains,
For now the pure imposed their reigns.
They wept for sins they’d never known,
While burning others to the bone.
And in the end, what did we learn?
That fire can wear a sacred urn.
And righteousness, too sharp, too tight,
Can kill the dark — but also light.
Okay your metric was longer but I think I placed my ‘erection’ more boldly.
(…) We need an ‘edit’ button for comments stat.
This limerick is offensive to me, as a member of this vast, witless herd you disparage so!
I officially state, that it is wrong to rob Kejraj of his precious time 😤😤😤
😂💎♥️
I walked the ground yet moved no dust,
The treasures rose, as if in trust.
My right hand drank them like a flame,
Each gift a whisper, each thought a name.
A golden bowl with double face:
The demon’s fire, the angel’s grace.
And in that vision clear and vast,
I saw myself — the whole at last.I
If daily messages were made to rhyme
They would rob KejRaj of his precious time
Make room for those who are sharp with their words
Unless they offend the vast witless herds
A ‘comeback’ means a witty response
Or a mighty return to the glory of once
But failing your wits to answer the question
It sometimes means to have another erection
Thank you for your support 🙏🏻
He spoke, not soft but true and raw,
A tongue that scorched, yet aimed for law.
No rift was meant, but rift there was,
Born not of tone, but deeper cause.
Around him murmured gentler men,
Who built not — only judged the when.
The rift may not come from the tongue but from the heart,
Where silence and resentment start.
Oh boo, I get so mad, when I press comment, instead of reply….
I’m sure you’ll figure it out 🍝💎
Let them release Lil. Fighting commies with poetry, that’s a sign of a class. 🫡