JackalSings's profile picture. I'm an old lost Jackal poet. With every verse I write, the glands of my thirst that starves my mind, are suppressed by words that cloud the ends of time...

The Jackal

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I'm an old lost Jackal poet. With every verse I write, the glands of my thirst that starves my mind, are suppressed by words that cloud the ends of time...

Joined August 2013
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Over the springs of melancholy, Crosses a joyful light of, Narrow, Bitter, Hope.


I've come across a road, into your tire tracks I have fell, on this journey to the end of time I dwell...


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#senryu #micropoetry #BPD chameleon on a paisley curtain trying to figure it out


Under this moonlight, I marvel in disdain, ubiquitous thoughs, pour on me, like torrential rain. #DesertVerse


It has been a while, Since dingy sponges, Evaded squeeky-clean, Claims.


It has been a long while, This sorrow spring jolts snoring, At easy breezes of, Bitter cullinary finese.


angelically, she protects me...


I would indulge, self crush, the last regress, for as I pawed toward she, the heat beared melt yet felt... none, she protects me...


Once upon thy, I looked her light, and she smiled for me. Her warmth and rays cloud my sight, her beauty astonishes one marvelously...


Barrowed to sanded mercy, but it still, still yet once it never kill, red it fills, and in amass it whirls, roar it sends, miles of winds


That moment when the minute stood to no will, time had not the object it could bewild, I froze in a humid quin, my paws dug for a way...


The conjures whilst soaking rays, Touch of dashing dunes at the crystal crest, Of every sprawl the daily hues, lucky old sun penetrates..


oh old sand, I respect thy... as long as I stand my paws free, but as long you'll demand, brushed across shoulders, oh sand...


Moonlight streams dear the breeze hug the strings of thy how you come for me paws the sands barrows the grass hidden from civil's tasks...


the cool breeze sloped angle-beautiful to the dunes yet I made a decline to the contrast of lands no water to quench my glands…


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