Playing House | [polished]

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

 §he knew He ‘fore Me, still We share 
 All of our selfs so, so much so to where 
 Am oh~so aware how He'd say §he cares 
 And her Love's truer than the Truth, & §he 
 Knows who I am & so turns "me" into "Me" 
 But Truth is "§he & Me" will never be "We" 

 Losing sight in my third eye's true light 
 Replacing pieces of this puzzling mind 
 Wandering circles, turning day to night 
 Returning to my moon pilgrim's grind 

 The Thief living in his mirror steals a glance 
  & this night is to be his "Grand Finale" chance 
 For Him to convince Her to join his Avian dance 
 Though while doing his jig, stubbed his big toe 
 He'd lost his balance, and with it his soul, so 
 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 

 So forget not, even now, her Love will kill You 
 Then You will remember what We must still do 
 On red-eye nights when Nostalgia naps ‘til 2:00 
 & our Time floats like kites to tie-dye cloud 9 
 Like the guiding ghosts of forgotten lines 
 On worn sign-posts as 4~Winds whine