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
About Me
Monday, November 9, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
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
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
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
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
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
Monday, August 24, 2009
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
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
Friday, August 14, 2009
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
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
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
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
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
Friday, May 29, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
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
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
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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
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
Saturday, April 25, 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
There is a homeless family that needs some help. Info found here -
http://tangobaby2.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-please-please-let.html
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
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
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
Thursday, March 19, 2009
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
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
Monday, March 2, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
FLIGHT OF FANCY
My life on paper
My ego in print
The pottery shaper
A buck fifty cent
A crime of passion
Historic fashion
Table of content
Life’s meal in ration
The eagle’s wings
Have spread it seems
In flight of fancy
The dead bee’s sting
The earth’s erosion
Ground zero notion
The negative potion
Of mind abortion
The presence of mind
The here and now
Don’t have the time
For the why and how
With two left feet
Not in right mind
A senseless defeat
Of the lifelong kind
David L. Bowman
2-22-03
My life on paper
My ego in print
The pottery shaper
A buck fifty cent
A crime of passion
Historic fashion
Table of content
Life’s meal in ration
The eagle’s wings
Have spread it seems
In flight of fancy
The dead bee’s sting
The earth’s erosion
Ground zero notion
The negative potion
Of mind abortion
The presence of mind
The here and now
Don’t have the time
For the why and how
With two left feet
Not in right mind
A senseless defeat
Of the lifelong kind
David L. Bowman
2-22-03
Friday, February 13, 2009
PARADISE BY THE SEA
The many vibrant forms of love
Come in your kiss, come in your smile
These white sand beaches twist and turn
Through timeless days and endless miles
This emerald oceans drifting seas
Such soothing waves to fill the soul
And just for one week time stood still
As once again we were made whole
The constant breeze and moonlit nights
Our hearts are one as we go free
To see this bird again take flight
The sweetest smell of Rosemary
Quaint local shops and tree lined streets
These roads of pavestone to and fro
This undiscovered coast now ours
That secret place our minds will go
Back to the life from where we came
Our dreams are left here by the sea
And never will I be the same
This paradise a part of me
David L. Bowman
8-17-07
The many vibrant forms of love
Come in your kiss, come in your smile
These white sand beaches twist and turn
Through timeless days and endless miles
This emerald oceans drifting seas
Such soothing waves to fill the soul
And just for one week time stood still
As once again we were made whole
The constant breeze and moonlit nights
Our hearts are one as we go free
To see this bird again take flight
The sweetest smell of Rosemary
Quaint local shops and tree lined streets
These roads of pavestone to and fro
This undiscovered coast now ours
That secret place our minds will go
Back to the life from where we came
Our dreams are left here by the sea
And never will I be the same
This paradise a part of me
David L. Bowman
8-17-07
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
LAST DANCE
Green grass
Silver lining
Fenced existence
Gold mining
Nowhere fast
Ship sinking
Present past
Reality drinking
Hard life
Working man
Unending strife
Tin canned
Pounding street
Days long
Nothing there
So wrong
Plain unfair
No degree
Something there
Never seen
No chance
Greedy hollow
Last dance
Full sorrow
Time came
Now tomorrow
Still same
Beg borrow
David L. Bowman
2-2-09
Green grass
Silver lining
Fenced existence
Gold mining
Nowhere fast
Ship sinking
Present past
Reality drinking
Hard life
Working man
Unending strife
Tin canned
Pounding street
Days long
Nothing there
So wrong
Plain unfair
No degree
Something there
Never seen
No chance
Greedy hollow
Last dance
Full sorrow
Time came
Now tomorrow
Still same
Beg borrow
David L. Bowman
2-2-09
Saturday, January 31, 2009
WORLDS APART
Sexy beautiful
Dreamers landscape
Subtle hints
The mind escapes
To gain one kiss
A million miles
Instant Bliss
Such daily trials
Finding me
So out of place
The truest beauty
On your face
Lost in the wind
A ship at sea
The sight of you
Has taken me
And left to fend
You fight the battle
To the end
Tied to the saddle
Never waiting
Always searching
Time alone
So ever fleeting
Second chances
Ever changing
Midnight glances
Setting me free
Fighter at heart
Lover at war
Worlds apart
Where less is more
To take you now
Such heated passion
Taste of your skin
Steady ration
Sunrise bringing
Never taking
Lost in paradise
Still believing
David L. Bowman
7-8-06
Sexy beautiful
Dreamers landscape
Subtle hints
The mind escapes
To gain one kiss
A million miles
Instant Bliss
Such daily trials
Finding me
So out of place
The truest beauty
On your face
Lost in the wind
A ship at sea
The sight of you
Has taken me
And left to fend
You fight the battle
To the end
Tied to the saddle
Never waiting
Always searching
Time alone
So ever fleeting
Second chances
Ever changing
Midnight glances
Setting me free
Fighter at heart
Lover at war
Worlds apart
Where less is more
To take you now
Such heated passion
Taste of your skin
Steady ration
Sunrise bringing
Never taking
Lost in paradise
Still believing
David L. Bowman
7-8-06
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
THE OCEAN PALES
As darkness falls
Through healing time
From once it calls
The wayward mind
Unkempt to dream
The present past
Slip of the tongue
Now holding fast
Of steady few
The light above
From whence we knew
That sacred love
And cast to wander
Those silver streams
Of sleepless nights
For all it seems
Perchance to dream
And left behind
The stillness calls
And sunset blinds
A change of seasons
To carry through
The ocean pales
From what we knew
David L. Bowman
2-3-04
As darkness falls
Through healing time
From once it calls
The wayward mind
Unkempt to dream
The present past
Slip of the tongue
Now holding fast
Of steady few
The light above
From whence we knew
That sacred love
And cast to wander
Those silver streams
Of sleepless nights
For all it seems
Perchance to dream
And left behind
The stillness calls
And sunset blinds
A change of seasons
To carry through
The ocean pales
From what we knew
David L. Bowman
2-3-04
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
DRINK THE SKY
Up on high
And down below
To strip the ship
Of silver glow
And afterwards
Before you fly
Go taste the moon
And drink the sky
The tea of gods
And food of kings
This empty vessel
Sprouting wings
Of searching souls
And steadfast sails
The pounding waves
On wood and nails
To tame the night
From once we knew
And follow with
The morning dew
Asleep and driving
Winding hills
And sudden tears
From window sills
David L. Bowman
2-15-04
Up on high
And down below
To strip the ship
Of silver glow
And afterwards
Before you fly
Go taste the moon
And drink the sky
The tea of gods
And food of kings
This empty vessel
Sprouting wings
Of searching souls
And steadfast sails
The pounding waves
On wood and nails
To tame the night
From once we knew
And follow with
The morning dew
Asleep and driving
Winding hills
And sudden tears
From window sills
David L. Bowman
2-15-04
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