I don't know if anyone is still out there reading this but I have been gone a while working on getting the book done. The image above is going to be the cover. I just wanted to thank everyone out there who encouraged, inspired and beleived in me throughout this process and through those really hard years that brought me to where I am today. I don't know if I will ever sell 1 single copy but it is nice to know there will be something here after I am gone. I guess I have some kind of need to have a permanent connection to this world we live in even after i move on to the next one. Thanks again to all of you guys for sharing this ride with me. I wouldn't change one single thing, -d

MELODRAMATIC SOULS BEGGING


Those words once again flooding endlessly
Searching, wanting, waiting in time
Trying only to find a home
Deep in the back of this wayward mind
Melodramatic souls begging
Pleading for a taste of this ground
Feeding at the trough of least resistance
Turning a deaf ear always to the sound
Resonating full fledged existence
On trial and under fire
All the while living past tense
Forever on top down to the wire
Kingdoms are crumbling, worlds are on fire
By the dozen masked men fade
Leaving the average joe to hold the bag
Famous last words, we've got it made
Time and again the trail goes cold
Sleeping shadows waking slowly
On for dear life we continue to hold
Stories write themselves so clearly


David L. Bowman
11-9-9

CLICHE

This cliche of my life
Insignificance
It's a tale of forever
That old sixth sense
And I march on again
Towards another day
As you swallow my pill
And we float away
There are times now again
It is still happening
Found my only true friend
And the blackbird sings
Take the nights as they come
Drifting into the black
Hearing your pounding drums
As it comes flooding back
Memories far and few
All those times thick and thin
Holding fast to my guns
Facing life once again
Forging on towards the light
Stare the world in the face
Taking days as they come
Putting me in my place

David L. Bowman
10-24-09

Something About The Water...

Had To Pull Over For This One

Sometimes looking back in the rearview mirror once in a while can reveal the most beautiful things!

BELIEVE


Try this again
Just one more time
You can’t take that
From what I find
Swallowed by thunder
Turned on a dime
Your best trick
Not this time
This hollow ground
A feast for the eyes
That empty sound
My silent cries
The grass is greener
But you don’t belong
You found your place
Could truth be wrong
Our last goodbye
Was the perfect kiss
To question why
Will bring regret
Even crystal clear
Still you refuse to see
What this world has
To offer me
What you think you thought
You saw just might be
Very real and not
What we’ve come to believe

David L. Bowman
9-26-01

WIDER THAN THE SKY


Poetic flaws
In a stained glass world
Prophetic thoughts
A closed loop reel
Poetic justice
Creating my world
Free form existence
Why can’t I feel
She’s my saving grace
As she gives me life
She breathes into me
Releasing life
Now my world has opened
Wider than the sky
Evidently broken
No reason why
Picking up the pieces
My only crime
The changing faces
Of father time


David L. Bowman

GONE FORGOTTEN

Creepers crawlers
Risers fallers
Destiny shapers
Free-flight stallers
Ancient healers
Soul stealers
Mind benders
Gravity killers
Tasting madness
Higher calling
Simple pleasures
Most appalling
Common tragedy
Stageless presence
Front-row center
Present tense
Freedom fighters
Daylight traders
Pill crushers
Nightlife tasters
Gone forgotten
Days of plenty
Beggars choosers
Ride for free

David L. Bowman
8-14-2009

"Dream as if you'll live forever.
Live as if you'll die today."

...James Dean

TRIGGER

Bombs of fire
Pure desire
Liar liar
Never tire
Hazed forever
Glassing over
Null endeavor
Unbeliever

David L. Bowman
2004

Sky Walker

Deviations

"Deviations" 13" x 32"
Heatset ink on aluminum plate

PARADISE LOST

Paradise does
Now escape me
And I crave its
Gentle touch
Long lost heroes
Dreams of castles
Maybe we’ve asked
Way too much
Life so simple
Pay the piper
Short and sweet
And oh so bitter
Come across my
World so empty
Take a walk now
Down my street


David L. Bowman
4-20-02

Peace and Serenity

Beauty And Inspiration

Working in the Texas sun.

STANDING ORDERS

Criminal minds
All think alike
King of the mountain
Working class strike
Simple pleasures
Long forgotten
Distant measures
Never taken
Standing orders
Life gets harder
Weak and weary
Never smarter
Torn and tattered
Tasting freedom
One call away
Unpromised kingdom
Still remembered
Past and present
Days gone by
Forever silent
Life of secrets
Rich mans burden
Taking sadness
As my ration

David L. Bowman
6-5-2009

Blue Earth Black Sky

24" x 36" heatset ink on aluminum printing plate

Morning Sun

UNTITLED

Bulletproof heart
Can’t take me down
Been there done that
American knowhow
Scene of the crime
Landscape of choice
Don’t have the time
Gave it no voice
Don’t have the mind
Stripped of choice
Now in my prime
Walking by force
Deadlock stare
Money hungry scare
Forest of truth
What’s hidden there
Read between the lines
No burden to bear
Better left unsaid
It’s only fair

David L. Bowman
10-31-2001

THIS SINGLE BREATH

Seven years
Lost in a kiss
As hearts a flutter
Sealed in bliss
Rose petal skin
Deep ocean eyes
Romantic dreams
Of moonlit skies
And passion plays
Our world a stage
That song and dance
Of timeless age
Forever here
And always true
The sweetest kiss
From me to you
The shortest nights
Our morning sun
We plead for time
As our days run
Our hearts beat still
Unto the death
And our lungs share
This single breath


David L. Bowman
5-4-2009

Ran across this and think it is something we should all get our brains around to work on.
There is a homeless family that needs some help. Info found here -

http://tangobaby2.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-please-please-let.html

One of my favorite spots to have lunch.

SINK OR SWIM


The silver fish
Has settled in
From dead sunrise
To sink or swim
By light of day
Silence of night
All gone away
To left and right
It’s kind of like
Sort of my way
Where are you now
You’ve gone away
Make so much sense
Of the nothingness
Adding zeros up
Getting more or less
Methods tried and true
All fail somehow
Scaled down regressions
In the here and now
Slow driving forces
The burden to bear
Body mind and soul
Nothing left out there

David L. Bowman
2-19-04

NARROW WINDING ROADS


The beating drums of my heart pound slow,
then fast, then slow
As I wander the barren landscape of your soul
still unsure of which way to go
Travelling always forward,
circling the desolate paths of our infinity
The cup of our existence begins to spill over
with the smells of the old and of the new to me
I am hearing the voice of my blackbird sing
once again calming the tortured seas of my youth
She begins calling, calling me out at once
to pave these narrow winding roads of truth
With a crushing blow to my very being
forcing all of me once again to my knees
Calling out, begging, pleading
to just let the ever dreaming minds eye see
Waiting, trembling, searching, seeking,
desiring that light and flame to come near
Drawing ever closer, pushing days out over
the edge of the pages of our calendar years
Suppressed in that old sweet song of bondage
wondering if it is me that put us here
Dying slowly from the inside out, from freedoms
unknown, and drowning from the suns tears.

David L. Bowman
3-19-09