Speak Out

Speak out the Truth of heart
And whisper the Psalm of Revelations
And you, never ever from them depart
With the beauteous of lessons.

Speak out the heart forever the joys it carries,
And touch on the lips of Truth,
And it is something that frees
To achieve the desired Fruit.
Copyright :Welkin Siskin

Now, Then and Morrow

What has been gotten today
Shall with time forever go
And it with whatever be forecast may
In doing good though, go so.
Today is not the promise of yesterday,
It is not the vow of legacy and glory,
It is not the talks of sorrow,
It is not the chain that unentangles and frees.
It is a promise of time never coming,
It is a vow of time never ceasing,
Yet a time promised that’s becoming.
Tomorrow is the jaw of rubicon
And it is something one cannot shun.
Tomorrow, yet a grinning of lips.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Song (lyrics)



Songs are sung in eventide,
And all sighs and torment and then hide
In bass tunefully played
Sitting on the grass and the glade. 

Songs are sung in joy and sorrow
Making a memorable merry morrow
Festoon all in dance immeasurable
With joys full and interminable.

Songs are soul of beauty
Life a sadder game it be,
It is by music a memory made
To come along but Torment’s gate.

Music is fun, a life’s bliss,
A touch to life, a kiss
Shared with inner heart
Thus, never, never with music part.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Merry Christmas



Born in Bethlehem He rose,
Tho’ time fleets and goes,
He resides in every heart
Until man his earthly fate parts.

Jesus is God, heavenly Father
Who clears out our smother__
Smother of Ignorance and dark
For the lord’s name we hark.

Hark in silence and sleep
In the sacred, peaceful deep
Of our thought; our lord is true–
No stories of sham, facade or rue

But of the calling of the heaven
To purify our untoward lanes
Of life lost in wondering
With purity pouring.

Love the lord and singsong
With heart and soul that longs
Divine sound and sacred psalm
For the lord’s name is balm.

December is his birth year,
In whose name people do not fear,
The Light of the world,
He is divine, deep, most perfect of all.

The divine is felt yet with silence
For something triggers hence
In silence to undergo Lord
To be truly a man of sacred heart.

Copyright:Welkin Siskin

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