Without her voice I’m like a pirate in the desert Dreaming of the sea Without her eyes I’m like the devil Wishing for a celestial dream Without her touch I'm a wale drowning in chaos With no song to sing Without her kiss I’m a peasant in rags That used to be a king
Privateer, Poet, Protector of the Faith - rebel by default, romantic by design, designer by process of elimination, broker by accident - Rustic and Refined - Well Traveled, Well Read and Well Bred - Politically Incorrect - Live my Life Without Regret - Defend the Clan... and to hell with the rest...
All poetry on this site by Victor L. Vogt , unless otherwise stated - all artwork accompanying poetry by Jack Vettriano, unless otherwise stated.
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is a glimps into the random thoughts going through my mind at any given moment, expressed through images that help to capture who I am - better than my own words can... so they say - a picture is worth a thousand words...
1 comment:
Me ha gustado el poema y la composición con la imagen. Precioso, Dash.
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