dennis O'Toole

seems so long since I've heard a whip-poor-will

that I can scarce recall the sound

takes me back to a time when you loved me still

we lay on our backs on the ground...

and the stars up above were…

let me call you 'sweetheart'... 

like they sang back before the war...

before the battle of the sexes (and whatever that was came next) 

had us runnin' for the door...

...

I'm craving one 'true romance';

like some sweet old…

well, I took my song about my girl named Sally

down to the boys in Tin Pan Alley

the man's smilin' face was like a big full moon

signed me to a contract on the 06th of June...

gave me…

hurry sundown... put this day to rest

I'm feeling run down... not up to my best

this day is nt my own, and I'd sooner be at home

hurry sundown... I'll fly back to the nest.

...

hurry sundown, come…

..." We are each of us angels... with only one wing...

      we can only fly... embracing each other..."   -Luciano de Credenza.

...this inscription graven in stone beneath a statue at the entrance to St. Joseph's Hospital in Toronto... where I…

it's an act of human bondage... this welding of the hearts

the whole is greater than the sum of... the wedding of the parts

it's a fact of human bondage... the flesh will not be denied

an act of human…

they'll talk about a 'reputation'... what do they know?

they whisper in the shadows of their fears...

they'll envy you a situation; deal you a bitter blow

but gossip only interests idle ears...

don't you worry about a thing... listen…

you're walking on a tightrope...cherishing a slim hope

hanging on by a thread

slipping on to thin ice,  ain't got time to think twice

tomorrow you might be dead

...

when there's a red sun rising up above ground zero

…

there's angels talking in tongues... speaking in my dreams;

and I'm watching this world come apart at the seams...

there's weapons in the hands of children

they are pawns in the game of evil men...

cross-hairs bearing down on women...

…

south of San Salvador... there stands the 'Devi's Door'

twin lava peaks stand in silent silhouette against the sky

and those who by night 'disappear'... like as not, will end up here

and though no one speaks, they can't forget…

...(the full title of this song is: "Thoughts on the Alchemy of Time and Memory... for David Louis Borne... inspired by the reading of the 23rd Psalm at his graveside; and a blue heron in flight..."

we laid him down…

you're caught up in the rhythm of perpetual emotion

love circles like the moon and stars in the sky

waxing and waning, healing and paining;

leaving you in awe or wondering why...

...

troubled by the concepts of loyalty and…