When day comes we ask ourselves,
where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we carry,
a sea we must wade
We've braved the belly of the beast
We've learned that quiet isn't always peace
And the norms and notions
of what just is
Isn't always just-ice
And yet the dawn is ours
before we knew it
Somehow we do it
Somehow we've weathered and witnessed
a nation that isn't broken
but simply unfinished
We the successors of a country and a time
Where a skinny Black girl
descended from slaves and raised by a single mother
can dream of becoming president
only to find herself reciting for one
And yes we are far from polished
far from pristine
but that doesn't mean we are
striving to form a union that is perfect
We are striving to forge a union with purpose
To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and
conditions of man
And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us
but what stands before us
We close the divide because we know, to put our future first,
we must first put our differences aside
We lay down our arms
so we can reach out our arms
to one another
We seek harm to none and harmony for all
Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true:
That even as we grieved, we grew
That even as we hurt, we hoped
That even as we tired, we tried
That we'll forever be tied together, victorious
Not because we will never again know defeat
but because we will never again sow division
Scripture tells us to envision
that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree
And no one shall make them afraid
If we're to live up to our own time
Then victory won't lie in the blade
But in all the bridges we've made
That is the promise to glade
The hill we climb
If only we dare
It's because being American is more than a pride we inherit,
it's the past we step into
and how we repair it
We've seen a force that would shatter our nation
rather than share it
Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy
And this effort very nearly succeeded
But while democracy can be periodically delayed
it can never be permanently defeated
In this truth
in this faith we trust
For while we have our eyes on the future
history has its eyes on us
This is the era of just redemption
We feared at its inception
We did not feel prepared to be the heirs
of such a terrifying hour
but within it we found the power
to author a new chapter
To offer hope and laughter to ourselves
So while once we asked,
how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?
Now we assert
How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?
We will not march back to what was
but move to what shall be
A country that is bruised but whole,
benevolent but bold,
fierce and free
We will not be turned around
or interrupted by intimidation
because we know our inaction and inertia
will be the inheritance of the next generation
Our blunders become their burdens
But one thing is certain:
If we merge mercy with might,
and might with right,
then love becomes our legacy
and change our children's birthright
So let us leave behind a country
better than the one we were left with
Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest,
we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one
We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west,
we will rise from the windswept northeast
where our forefathers first realized revolution
We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states,
we will rise from the sunbaked south
We will rebuild, reconcile and recover
and every known nook of our nation and
every corner called our country,
our people diverse and beautiful will emerge,
battered and beautiful
When day comes we step out of the shade,
aflame and unafraid
The new dawn blooms as we free it
For there is always light,
if only we're brave enough to see it
If only we're brave enough to be it

-Amanda Gorman
The Hill We Climb

ALBERT WALDRON’S CHRISTMAS CONCERT



each year in the late 1980s and the early 1900s, norwood red legs player

Albert waldron decided to host this excellent children’s christmas concert

on the norwood red legs home ground.    the concert featured christmas

carols like away in a manger, and silent night, and white christmas oz style

i plainly pointed out that it’s too **** hot in australia to have a white christmas

and also they played joy to the world and albert waldron came out and sang

joy to the world all the boys and girls, joy to the people in adelaide ya see

joy to you, and also to me, and albert waldron sang that 16 times, to get

the crowd festive, and they played six white boomers, and at the end

of that song, albert waldron returned to the stage dressed up as santa

and the kids were blown away by albert’s ** ** **, and albert had

the loudest ** ** ** the people of adelaide has ever seen,

and whilst albert was on stage, the children’s choir sang

rudolph the red nosed reindeer and jingle bells, and here comes

santa claus, and albert waldron as santa said ** ** ** to you

loud and strongly through the footy ground, then the choir

sang jingle bell rock, and that was albert;s call for santa to leave the stage

albert was a great santa, like i was a great santa at vinnies, ya see folks

I AM ALBERT WALDRON

I ADDED A NEW CAROL EVERY YEAE, AND THE LAST 2 CONCERTs

albert added was winter wonderland and winter weather

and i created summer wonderland and summer weather, explaining

australia is celebrating christmas in summer

and albert waldron finished up with mary’s boy child and heaps heaps more

unless you want to admit that the buddhist belief of reincarnation is true

it will be stuck in imaginations, forever, could cause strife

unleash your imagination, i am albert waldron, footballer, clown santa entertainer and a humble mate

with all that knew him, albert waldron was me, he was cool and great

i performed my albert waldron character topsy the clown at gorman house

and albert is ALIVE AND WELL

HI DUDES


I WOULD LOVE TO GET INTO HOLLYWOOD, BUT I HAVE TO SETTLE WITH WHAT I AM DOING

WHICH IS PLAYS WITH MENTAL HEALTH, NOW, DON’T GET ME WRONG, I LOVE THIS A LOT

YA SEE, I HOPE WE ARE STILL RIGHT TO GET FUNDING FOR NEXT YEAR, CAUSE THIS IS

MAKING ME BE ONE OF THE FAMOUS PEOPLE, YEAH I AM GOING TO DRAMA THIS YEAR, 2015

I AM LEARNING CHARACTERS, BUT I WOULD LOVE TO BRING MY CHARACTERS OUT TO THE

OPEN STREET, I HAVE BOUGHT TOPSY THE CLOWN TO GORMAN HOUSE, AND I WOULD LOVE

TO READ MY POEMS ON THE RADIO, OR START A NEW SHOW ON MAYBE, ADELAIDES CHANNELL 44

YA SEE PERHAPS, I CAN START A NEW POEM READING SHOW, AND I CAN SHOW SOME OF ADELAIDES

FAVE NIGHT SPOTS, THAT IS WHY I PUT MY FAKE IMAGINARY TV STATION TO YOUTUBE, TO GIVE

THE TV BOSSES IDEAS, OF HOW THEY CAN USE ME, ON THEIR SHOWS, YA SEE I CAN HELP IN

NEW MORNING SHOWS, I AM WILLING TO LEARN MORE JOKES, NO SUSIE AND MARCO WERE

CHARACTERS, BROUGHT ON TO SHOW MY COMMITMENT TO GETTING UP TO LIVE TV

AND IT SHOWS THAT EVEN IF I READING, THEY CAN FIND A WAY, I WILL WORK WELL LIKE THIS

YOU DIDN’T SEE MY MISH MASH VARIETY NIGHT SHOW IN FULL, BUT IT SHOWS, I AM JUST

ABOUT AS FUN AS THE TV PEOPLE, OK, WELL I DON’T READ, BUT I CAN READ, AND WE NEED

TO SHOW THESE TV PEOPLE, THAT I CAN DOM SHOWS LIKE

BREAKFAST SHOWS ON COMMUNITY CHANNELS, REFERENCE AAA YOUTUBE TV AND AARON CLAYTON

PARTY SHOWS FOCUSING ON NIGHT SPOTS, BRINGING FUN FAMILY LIFE TO THESE NIGHT SPOTS

LIKE PLAYING DRINKING GAMES YOU WOULD HEAR AT HOME PARTIES, USE YA IMAGINATION

I WOULD LOVE AN RELATIVELY EASY BUT HIGH PAID ROLE IN MUSICALS

I HAVE STORIES THAT PEOPLE LOVE TO ACT OUT

YOUNG PEOPLE IN CANBERRA HAVE ALREADY ACTED OUT ONE OF MY ROLES

POETRY SHOWS ON CHANNELL 44 ADELAIDE, WHERE WE CAN FIND OUT HOW MANY POETS

ARE ABLE TO SHARE THEIR POEMS, ON A SHOW,

I NEED TO GET MY NAME OUT THERE, OK, I NEED TO FEEL PART OF THE WORLD

I DON’T READ, BUT I CAN ACT AND ENTERTAIN,

I AM A YOUTUBE ******, ONN AAA YOUTUBE TV AND AARON CLAYTON

I AM JOHNNY GEORGIE BROWN ON HELLO POETRY

I AM WRITER JOE ON WRITERSCAFE

I AM BRIAN ALLAN ON ART COLONY

GO TO THE MENTAL HEALTH TV FACEBOOK PAGE AND READ BRIAN ALLAN

I WANT TO BE FAMOUS, I DID ART THERAPY IN BELCONNEN

AND I AM TRYING TO BRING THEM TO ACT IT FOR THE COMMUNITY IN 2015

I AM AN INTERNET CELEBRITY

I AM XFACTOR GIANT ON ART 3000.COM

I CAN CHANGE THE WORLD’S THOUGHTS, PLEASE GIVE ME A GO

I KNOW I AM 45, AND NOT A YOUNG PERSON

BUT, I AM TELLING YOU WHAT I WANT TO ACCOMPLISH

PLEASE ONE DAY HELP ME, GAIN ME ENOUGH MONEY

SO I CAN GET AT LEAST ONE HOMELESS HOTEL IN THE WORLD BEFORE

I GO TO MY NEXT LIFE, I AM TRAINING FOR STARDOM AS WE SPEAK

THROUGH MENTAL HEALTH

Amanda Gorman

The Hill We Climb

When day comes, we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade?

The loss we carry, a sea we must wade. We've braved the belly of the beast. We've learned that quiet isn't always peace and the norms and notions of what just is isn't always justice.

And yet the dawn is ours before we knew it. Somehow we do it, somehow we've weathered and witnessed a nation that isn't broken but simply unfinished.

We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny Black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president only to find herself reciting for one.
And yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn't mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect.

We are striving to forge our union with purpose, to compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters, and conditions of man.

And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us but what stands before us. We close the divide because we know to put our future first we must first put our differences aside.

We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another. We seek harm to none and harmony for all.

Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true: That even as we grieved, we grew. That even as we hurt, we hoped. That even as we tired, we tried.

That we'll forever be tied together, victorious. Not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.

Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree and no one shall make them afraid.

If we're to live up to our own time, then victory won't lie in the blade but in all of the bridges we've made. That is the promise to Glade, the hill we climb, if only we dare. It's because being
American is more than a pride we inherit, it's the past we step into and how we repair it.

We've seen a force that would shatter our nation rather than share it, would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy, and this effort very nearly succeeded. But while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated.

In this truth, in this faith, we trust. For while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us.

This is the era of just redemption. We feared in its inception, we did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour, but within it we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves.

So while once we asked 'How could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?' now we assert: How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?

We will not march back to what was but move to what shall be: a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce, and free.

We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation.

Our blunders become their burdens, but one thing is certain: If we merge mercy with might and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children's birthright.

So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left, with every breath of my bronze, pounded chest we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one.

We will rise through the golden hills of the West. We will rise from the windswept Northeast, where our forefathers first realized revolution. We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the Midwestern states. We will rise from the sun-baked South. We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover.

In every known nook of our nation, in every corner called our country, our people, diverse and beautiful, will emerge battered and beautiful.

When day comes we step out of the shade of flame and unafraid. The new dawn blooms as we free it, for there was always light if only we're brave enough to see it, if only we're brave enough to be it.

Amanda Gorman speaking at President Joe Biden's inauguration.

If ever were to be modeled here on earth,
one aspect is universal,
any exploration as
to what can be true and what seems thinkable,
has previously had expectation set
to recognize
and expand, as realizable,
in application, skeleton key-ish,
old lock tech common
in empty old buildings
- archer of life lessonings pings -
- -ng all points on the spectrum
and adding perceived Disneyifications
of storied locks, those knowledge
unlocks, always,
as truth frees,
never cursing ought but ignorance,
that such storied locks unlock I- in stages,
we barely remember
our bare first snow
of memories
with others possibly needing
my attention,
to any certain detail, tool, wrench
or spanner time seams leaking
from old skins, tied to tighten
around just right, eh,
weather whether or no,
old soul, so sure you lost your will to win,
then, another breath forces its way in.

--------------

Watching fluffed flakes
of Southern California snow, witnessed
by some, in El Niño years past, just as big as a
little paper doily under a piece of truck stop pie.

At Descanso, and also at Gorman, top of Cajon Pass.

Top of the winding six-percenter
called the grape vine, down
into Bakersfield,
across primeval subsurface saline swamp,
until a while ago, after internal combustion
and electric pumps and radio dispatch police.

Earth, earth, can you hear me now,
how is one old man expecting
to establish a true reason
to believe the cultural corrective aspect
at once, before, as now, all began
occuring because the right hand and left are inhibited,
by not inconsequential inhibitory circuits, inhibiting
unreasonable single mind superiority, internal tyrany
we are under oath to oppose,
as truth in form and function, redeemed words
effectual and fervent reproof of instructions,
taking the Mickey out of Yanks, touting
dis-Disneyification,
relieves
a form of tyranny commonly capable
of ruling a soul committed
to aliegiance and confirmation rituals early enough.

---------------

This then be a future fantasy.
Snowed in, in a Southern California
spring blizzard, blocking the hinterlands.

I sit behind my Tesla wall,
and welcome the test, was it worth it,
what price can one put on winter warmth?

How guilty should I feel for having won,
upon acceptance of the form Jesus was in,

when his word assured me I might rest assured.

Truth known makes free, form is not function.

-----------------

Historicity, I think they call,
mental time travel when you experience
life in a world lit only by fire.

Wonder if, then we think of praying men,
professional preachers of the impending

rapture, which belies all we know of gravity.
Miraculous, no less than the flying white horse,

or the horde of righteous dead coming on, behind.

And even then, there is resistant hate of brothers,
essential to trouble the minds of the greedy rich
and powerful, who constituted this world order,

this very one we live under, or within, in spirit
and in the truth the internet lets prove reproof.

----------------

Enough. We fact check, team spirit.
What can we honestly say we all know?

Six thousand years of written retellings
and retellings, and savage adversarial
herds of prophecy guided god-minded
meek as Moses Phineas knew, true
a certain variety
of the species,
with no regard
for breeding, gravitates to rhetoric
in tune with the pain perceived as needing
rebellion arrousing need --
engage disbelief, let it flow,
out the left ear is fine,
feel
relief, mindlessness
of this hard problem,
what are we about
to do, these days as we pray
with science included in grace,
due to the odds demanding,
a definite bias on Earth, to living,
like grace cheats death into agging
us into freeform ideas for hearts
to conceive as worthy
of cognosis fervency,
as at Eureka instants in prayer.

Truth, none may gainsay truth,
any may and certainly do, lie about what
Truth is behind a universal direct object, set

in the form a free spirit may hold,

not any form smoke cannot pass through,
but the form believers
accept as ours after,
spirit wise, as living words,
death, or out of body reproof
of imagination, a weform, a we,
the shock alone, makes a body think,
woe, this ain't hell but that really hurt,
bang. Same, no worse, and one last time,

I respond , "the Oxycontin is not working",
and time expands, and expands again,
and interest in worth of reason,

appears to judge my plea.
Believe me, death is not scarey, after
finishing a mortal experience in such
a time as this,

freedom from fear of death, is so freeing.
Coherence in mindtimespace is coincidental.

Ms. Gorman is a brilliant poet.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

They found a child named Amanda Gorman, they tout her as their new darling. They say she is the new it girl, they say she will change the world. The truth is that it is all a lie, repackaged for you to buy. She will speak about social justice and how it should apply to the rest of us. We will hear her talk about inclusion but in truth it is all a delusion. For they only have their point of view and there is no room for me and you. They are not open to any discussion. They only want to take and never give, that is the only way they know how to live. If the son of God could not save the world, then how do they expect to get deliverance from this girl?