The bellowing clouds of smoke
The paralyzing threats of death
To the residents down below
Holding on to dear breath
Choking throats stinging eyes
By the languid sulphur laden air
White powdered ashes everywhere
There's nothing that they could do
Because nobody can say no
To a volcano
It can erupt at anytime if it wants to
They're uncertain what to do, follow
Their hearts to stay where they are
Or follow the orders to evacuate
The folks can see fire and smoke from afar
They've to move from there before it's too late
Because the volcano could boil over
It's brewing up in the creater
They've to leave their belongings
Behind them and say farewell
To the chicken the ducks and geese
The cows the dogs and the cats as well
Or take some of them if they please
Take along the important documents
And regrettably flee for fear from their homes
Before the fiery lava will leave
Their huts to remnants
They can't say no because
The Bali King the 'spokesperson'
For the Gods won't listen to their pleadings
And why it's throwing up it's tantrum
Because the Gods have spoken
The Gods are angry at them
And they've to sacrifice all
Their belongings to appease the Gods
Because they know the volcano
Knows they can't say no
To the volcano

Who was it?

Who knocked on my door
And woke
Me up in the middle of the night

Who was it?
I don't know
(there was no one outside)

Except the beating wind
In my face
The snow
Splattering on the floor

I thought it was her
Who knocked on my door
Who woke me up
In the middle of the night

I thought it was her
I thought it was her
Coming back forever

I thought it was her
Forgetting always
That she is dead

He listened to his favourite singer
While in his favourite chair
Soothe voice of a crooner
Like lullabies softened the air
"Pretend you're happy when you're blue
It isn't very hard to do".....vibrate the night and
"The falling leaves drift by my window the autumn
Leaves of red and gold"...........with an effortless ease
Of delivery brings sentimental tears repertoire of his
Ballads swinging big band hits country western latino
Goldies. Restores our memories. Some I still remember
Some I can't recall. I looked at this LPs I'll reminisce
My father and I, we loved Nat most of all.

Hope is to dream of the future
Occupy thoughts to endeavour
Prudent don't invoke evil ways
Enhance believe honesty pays
Foster your knowledge is best
Unfazed paved you for success
Let not failure be your option