The weekend is nearly here                                                             ­               My friends are finished playing
So they catch me on their way
To the bar that’s not a bar.

The waitresses can always tell
When brothers look the same
She gives us quite the laugh
In the bar that’s not a bar.

Others came, but a little late
Two tables is all it takes
Until they need to leave again
From the bar that’s not a bar.

Among the guys she’s alone,
Or were there three, who can see
It’s just another conspiracy
At the bar that’s not a bar.

All the teacher run away
With the fighting players,
And the servers drinking
Inside the bar that’s not a bar.

Flash of light and its around
A girl’s fame shared by all
He’s fine but she is shamed
Far from the bar that’s not a bar.

He’s looking straight ahead,
The mirror staring back at him
Love is working mysteriously
For the bar that’s not a bar.

It’s getting late almost two
Talking as they fall asleep
They see each other differently
Back at the bar that’s not a bar.

When we leave they say to stay
Need to check your identity
Guess they forgot all about me
Leaving the bar that’s not a bar.

Sitting down I finish writing
That I think I see the silver lining
Of having friends who see each other
At the bar that’s not the bar.

End of the show (lyrics)

Verse 1
The touch of your cold skin,
Has led to a daydream.
Swimming in wrong sea,
Hoping to run free.
While I am the one drowning,
Babe, do you hear me sing?

Chorus :
Girl you could be my rainbow.
And skies, the host of your show,
We would ride in the sunglow,
And kiss when the cold wind blow.
So girl would you be my rainbow?......
Would you hold till the end of the show?.....

Verse 2
The depth of your blue eyes,
Has been a new sunrise.
Preaching me wrong faith,
Like beauty of blue skies.
While I am the one listening,
Babe do you hear me sing?

Chorus;

Girl could you be my rainbow?
And serve the beauty we know,
We would dance in the halo,
And miss the dark when we glow.
So girl would you be my rainbow?...
Would you stand till the night passes on.

TO MY DEAR ONE
You are beautiful my beloved
Like the apple tree among
the trees of the forest,
so you are my dear one.
Like the beautiful colors of the rainbow,
so your smile is my dear one.
Like roses among thorns,
is my dear one among the young women.
Your eyes are like doves,
so beautiful they are my dear one.
Your lips drop sweetness as the honey comb,
my dear one.
How right am I to adore you,
my dear one,
Because you are beautiful
Tattoo my name in your heart,
For pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes.
You have awaken my heart my dear one,
Until the day breaks
and the shadows flee,
so my love for you will remain,
For your love is more
delightful than wine.
My dear one is the purest gold,
You have stolen my dear heart my dear one,
Like the stars in the sky,
so your eyes shine so high,
Open to me, my dear one
For my head is drenched with rain.
I have taken off my robe
Must I put it on again?
I have washed my heart,
must I soil it again?
Oh, if only you were to me like a sister,
Then if I found you outside,
I would kiss you and lead you
and bring you to my mother’s house.
For you have arouse and
awaken my love until it so desires.

If your head is your home
Then your eyes are boarded windows.
If your mouth is the door
Then it's been locked for sure.
If your voice is a song
It's been on repeat for too long.
If your words are a work of art
Then you're an abstract painting.

If your plans are a mountain
It towers high above the clouds.
I shouldn't get involved.
I'd climb half way up just to fall.
I've seen others who try.
They had no chance to survive.
When someone gets too close
The wind just blows and blows.

The hospital room
Is shrouded with fear.
"She's with God now,"
Is all I hear.

I fall to the floor
In a mass of tears.
Screams burn my throat
As everyone nears.

I'm pulled into a seat,
My mind still so unclear.
I won't be able to live without you,
Not even for the rest of this year.

there once was a girl who sat upon a swing;
this girl was broken, all she could do was sing.
she sang a song filled with sorrow, hopelessness, and pain.
she sang so beautifully, the stars called out her name.
her singing was perpetual, just as a star shines.
if you sit on a swing, you can still hear echoes of melancholic chimes.
her death was tragic, that of a star;
she fell from her swing and was left with thousands of scars.
the pain was enough to rip her apart,
so the broken girl took her last depart.
along with her, she took the stars from the sky;
and created the moon as her final good-bye.

Hush now, my love
Don't you cry
Nightingales sing your lullaby.
Rest now, my love
Close your eyes
Sweet dreams till sunrise.

Oh, my precious one
You're the song I sing
To Heaven above.
Close your eyes
And dream sweet dreams
Sleep now, my love.

--Mackenzie Ferry
                               2/2/2013

the world is mind numbingly quiet
the streets drenched in nostalgic sepia,
the kind that ushers you into a movie moment reeling in
under the notes of a power ballad
and all of a sudden you just feel
alive but detached from your life.
your body is immobile in a moving vehicle,
your brain takes pictures
of the people that is around you,
and you realize that their life
is not yours.
they are under impressions of sunrises
and the shading of trees in the summer's sleep,
while you exist
because of the way the street appears
at night beneath the empty moon.