90 – Playing House (That Night)

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 Playing house beginning early May 
 Facade-to-facade helps us pretend 
 Once-in-a-while, now everyday 
 Fake faces-to-face & dead ends-to-end 

 §he knew He before Me, still We share 
 All of our selfs so, so much so to where 
 I Am quite aware how You'd say §he cares 
 & her Love's truer than the Truth & §he 
 Knows who I am & §he helps "me" be "Me"; 
 Truth is "§he & Me" can never be "We" 

 Losing sight of my third eye's true light 
 Replacing pieces of a puzzled mind 
 Wandering circles turn day to night 
 Returning now to the moon pilgrim's grind 

 A theif living in his mirror steals a glance 
 That night to be his 'Grand Finale' chance 
 To convince her to join his Avian dance 
 Though doing a jig He stubbed his big toe 
 He lost his balance and with it his soul 
 Sinners now: "Oh well, to Hell then We go" 

 To Hell He fell - I Am He who arose 
 From phoenix ash & shame shadow-fire 
 Crucible tempers - I Am who He chose 
 To face His demons raping the Shire 

 Time Floating like kites tiedye cloud 9 
 Like the guiding ghosts of forgotten lines 
 On worn sign-posts as 4~Winds whine 
 Of red-eye nights & Nostalgia naps 'til 2:00 
 But forget not to remember what We must still do 
 & that even now her Love will kill You 

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Forgotten words & four winds whine 
Like ghost guides & worn-out signs 
That §he may borrow until nine 
If §he needs a nostalgia nap to 
Remember how He loved her so true 
But forgets not what We must undo 

Playing house at the start of May 
Face-to-face, a game of pretend 
Once-in-a-while, day-to-day 
Facade-to-facade from end-to-end 

Mirror thieves stealing a glance 
That night began his last chance 
To convince her to join his dance 
Doing a jig & He stubbed his toe 
Lost his balance & his soul, so 
His pleas pleases not §he; Nemo 

Well He fell & I Am who He chose 
To face demons raping the Shire 
Into Hell I go; I Am He who rose 
Tempered; crucible of shadow-fire 

§he knew He before Me & We share 
All our selfs so much so to where 
If He asked, You'd say §he cares 
& §he knows who I Am & that §he 
Still loves what makes - me|Me - 
The Truth is Us can never truly be 

Replacing pieces of a puzzled mind 
Searching his self for any light 
Returning to the pilgrim's grind 
Toiling again; no end in sight