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just me. hidden in plain sight and out of view.

Monday, November 9, 2009


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

Saturday, October 24, 2009


This cliche of my life
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

Thursday, September 10, 2009

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!

Thursday, September 3, 2009


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

Monday, August 24, 2009


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


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

Saturday, August 8, 2009

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

...James Dean

Wednesday, July 15, 2009


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

David L. Bowman

Monday, July 13, 2009

Sky Walker


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

Friday, July 10, 2009


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

Monday, July 6, 2009

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Beauty And Inspiration

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Working in the Texas sun.

Tuesday, June 9, 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

Friday, May 29, 2009

Blue Earth Black Sky

24" x 36" heatset ink on aluminum printing plate

Morning Sun

Monday, May 11, 2009


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

Wednesday, May 6, 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

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 -


Tuesday, April 7, 2009

One of my favorite spots to have lunch.

Saturday, April 4, 2009


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

Thursday, March 19, 2009


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

Monday, March 16, 2009

Never could have been so proud! I love you baby. Congratulations!

Monday, March 2, 2009



Oil on Canvas
84" x 44.5"

Forever And Always

Monday, February 23, 2009


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

Friday, February 13, 2009


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

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

"Giving Life"
Heatset Ink On Aluminum
24" x 36"

"Two Become One"

Heatset Ink On Canvas

57" x 41"

Monday, February 2, 2009


Heatset Printing Ink on Canvas

45" x 96"


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

Saturday, January 31, 2009


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

Friday, January 30, 2009

Me and my girls at our "paradise by the sea" -
Seacrest Beach, Florida

Wednesday, January 28, 2009


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

Wednesday, January 21, 2009


You’re okay
Better than
Left out
Dead pan
Steel smile
Silver grin
Long while
Simple sin
Stolen kiss
High mind
Finding bliss
Short time
Even odds
Not mine
Cards stacked
Lost find
Yellow fire
Hot ice
Cold fuse
Lit twice
Stakes high
Bets low
Money’s gone
Pure blow

David L. Bowman

Monday, January 19, 2009


I am a gonner. It's all over!
My little Sadie Rae has taken
my heart by storm. Hook line and sinker!

Of old and new
So far and few
The morning dew
That we once knew
Of days gone by
The sparrows fly
Beneath the light
Of crimson sky
Of full lit moon
On sandy dune
That afternoon
So late in June

David L. Bowman



Heatset Printing Ink on Aluminum Printing Plate
31" x 40.5"

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

Tree Of Life

The love of my life. You have believed in me from day one and I will love you forever and always.