Shall my love ever be
A torrent ceaseless of summer
Shall I be the one and only
Fully reborn pure,
All of love
the heart of the sublime sure!
You’ve filled me
with love that doesn’t wither nor perish.
You are the eternal one,
the part and parcel of me,
Be my words evermore
Of love and lyrics
being a joy pulsating forever.
From everlasting to everlasting,
Let my love be a smile for you.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Life (song lyrics)
Do not live perplexed and vexed
For it is always too very late
To think about life but of sorrow and pain,
To tread on life of aim, and to tread soft lane.
Leave behind all worries and all pains; live carefree
Live to rejoice, live to be free
From all that binds and fitters as the time;
In time create heaven, the untold rhyme.
Bad times are but a time of choice
To raise but true unchained voice
To set right all that is blight
At the end of the tunnel to behold light.
Sadness is fake, life is a thing of beauty,
Plant seeds until all is solved as duty;
And then sing life as truth, given to enjoy
With heartfelt love and soulful joy.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Worship Song (lyrics)
Though I falter in
Though I sin
You are with me lord,
In the deepest inside of my heart.
Though always I see You
Always Your kingdom I view
Somewhere I miss You
Something is there to view
Your Kingdom Come, gracious and beautiful,
Something is there to see, soulful.
Something is there to pore over in Your word,
Something there to contemplate the pale blue dot
Something to imagine and be free of sin
Though I falter in.
Copyright : Welkin Siskin
Good Days
To see through all that visualizes
The end of the tunnel is good,
With deep, affirmative yes,
With the sweetest feelings and mood.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Be Love and Love
Behold all sentient being with love
Deep, heaven-born, pure and above
For all that lies as truth is love
That every being with it soothes
His being. Love and be the love of all.
Cultivate it with the true, clear, pure soul.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Anointed Love
Love is unalloyed, deep and pure,
Our own life, led with joy, for sure;
Love is an elixir, oblation, soma and cure,
Count score: one, two, three and or four.
Purify thy love
With truth and faith,
And purify thy beings
With true feelings.
Soul shall see the light,
And the heart shall delight
In days of tiresome fidgets
Opening many gates.
Purify all that lights up your being
All Fall, all winter, all summer and all spring.
Show that you love with deep heart
And in this way the world you part.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
My muse, Facebook, gives me space
To befriend with folks from around,
To read many articles and stories, guess!
And reel head round and round.
My muse, Facebook, gives me space
To write many stories on the wall,
To be creative with two steps
To share pictures of many kinds, of snowball,
For the years at this time snow,
And the environs get misty,
And the time yet to further go
From home to better lee.
For Facebook is good to see pictures,
And good to strengthen friendship,
With the heart and the soul with all
And be carefree like a parting ship.
Facebook is good but yet caution to apply
For fake friends are sadly with bad motive;
They may play game of do or die,
Or else Facebook is sweet and festive.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Fake Love
How that’s the strain of love
To be silenced and not sing.
For love in above suspicion
And further from doubt,
For love is the sum of all truth,
How that’s true to the core
To be left disguised in love.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
Music
Trancing sound of undying music
The soul and the heart it links,
As the night bit by bit elapses by
As I on the bed flat lie.
Copyright:Welkin Siskin
Cruising the Whidbey Island
I went sometimes by the beach
Often crossing arboretum and trees;
On the tryst, the lawn and the meadow
What a nature, I felt how very beautiful a show,
Given a great picture by the nature’s name
Inscribed upon the chest of mine; no sham,
No lying, no fake, no farce it’s beauty;
Natural beauty sets thing apart, see.
To listen to her whisper the song,
The voice of silence that to her belong
Sings in utmost glory a tune,
However the time goes so soon.
Marred shall not be her lot
For a thousand joys she begot
Round the year that I trod
With no haste, nothing to brood.
Silent, sacred, placid aura
Replete with alpines, fauna and flora
Good as god is but the Whidbay Island
Thanks god for so beautiful land.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
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