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George Posting Pro Posts: 879 Registered: Aug 2008  Posted October 21st, 2009 12:15 PM   IP              When I first sent this Poem out in February 1982, I included one small square mirror in the envelopes Eagles Soar at my side, blackness to the left, light to the right, we turn to the sun for warmth. It is morning and east we fly to shake the dew. The Age of Aquarius begins as any other. Friends fly with me to sing the ancient cry: “fly, fly,---fly so high.” We know the meaning of aberration, astigmatism, and the Arcane. Jesting with emotion, we teach flying to the self-grounded. The thirst is theirs to fly. Mirrors reflect truth, backs have no wings; with no wings you cannot fly. Mechanical means are the only way. Science works --- airplanes are born. The stratosphere fills with metal wings. “No wings have we, but we fly like the birds. Even faster go we.” I fold my wings to drop like a stone. The ground rushes up. They call for me. I hear them. “You are out of touch with reality! You fall like a stone! Watch out!” I cant one wing, then the other, and alight at their feet “I am here to teach how to teach folly.” They laugh, we laugh. “You are here to teach how to fly.” I say: “But you have no wings to fly with --- look in a mirror No wings on your backs.” They laugh at the folly of it. Step Number one. ____________________________________ Eagles soar at my side, blackness to my left, light to the right, we turn to the sun for warmth. It is morning and east we fly to shake the dew. The Age of Aquarius begins as any other. Men with mirrors to their backs look up when they hear our cry “fly, fly, --- fly so high.” Mirrors glint, flashing nonsense to the sky. Their thirst is stronger now. At night, light reflects in mirrors at meetings down below. Astigmatism rampant. Aberration profound. The arcane mystifying. Light seems everywhere. Wings sprout here and there. New friends to join us in the air Soon all is filled with shrieks and cries. We soar, we swoop, we dive the skies. Now there is newness in the air. a crackling substance that was not there. The ancient cry is cried by all “fly, fly, --- fly so high.” All around wings beat the air. The ceiling reached, the edge of space there flies a wingless man of grace. His cry is echoed from the sun; “You have only yet just begun!” George K. Clarke 2-14-1982 HOW IS YOUR DOSE HOLDING YOU? George K. Clarke I am not a Doctor so I do not give medical advise. When confronting a clinic please remember that they control you medication. Be reasonable and never get angry. Formerly a Certified Methadone Advocate I was never addicted to opiates HISTORY OF METHADONE STIGMA http://www.methadonetoday.org/dole_nys.htm
kei *MODERATOR* Posts: 1386 Registered: Jun 2007  Posted January 8th, 2010 02:14 PM   IP              Aww George I love it,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,man you are talented............. I think that was neat you sent the mirror do yo still send out things, Now with email we don't have to pay the $.45 for stamps "that secret high, from strecting a $$:-) Thanks for sharing, and thank you for everything you do!! I appreciate you, more than you know!!!!!!!!! Kei Peer Support Specialist Kei@methadonesupport.org ****If it looks good, you'll see it. If it sounds good, you'll hear it. If it's marketed right, you'll buy it. But... if it's real, you'll feel it. KID ROCK ****************YOU CAN'T DESCRIBE THE OCEAN IF; IF YOU NEVER SEEN IT**************************** ~~~~"Just that you people who are involved in advocacy, keep up the work. I have seen changes come about because of people becoming involved. It is these who are the real heroes in all this. Without advocacy, changes will not come about within the present system." Dr. Vincent Dole
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