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kick me.
that?s what it says.
this stick-on note stuck to my back.
I put it there.
and I consider the possibilities
that follow me around.
I am the target for all their unhappiness.
Outsider.
Freak.
that?s what they call me.
this uncalled for label
stuck on my back.
and I put it there.
And I wonder
what will happen next
with all this hatred.
I am the target
and they will keep kicking
until its all over.

Cera Ouish
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Invisible Boy

Don?t hunt the man that?s lost his Feelings
Cause he will die alone and waking
Waiting for someone to serve him,
but lies bite the hand that tries to feed me.
I raise my hand high above the others in call for truth
but invisible boy can?t speak
he screams awake at night
with all these feelings; can they have meaning?
What am I trying to prove?
We raise our hands for the fight, This fight in which we?ll lose.
The blind man won?t lead the blind, because this blind man knows more than you.
WE PRAY FOR CHANGE.
BUT I CAN?T PRAY.
A FORTRESS LOST IN ONE SHORT TOSS.
ASHES TO ASHES  WE ALL FALL.

Cera Ouish

On Christmas Day, we drove 7 hours and brought our grandaughter here to live with us for the forseeable future.

That is SUCH GOOD News!!
I am so happy to hear this.

Thanks for the links Fro -

What's True

Ripped erasers
problems
scrupels
thin skin
skinny box harmony
why wait
mistakes get made
nothing yet
wiped off
sunday manners
sideways looks
backyard bastards
possibilities
three assholes and a bassist

Cera Ouish

I am just a little creep with no real big ambition
I have myself a little gun I have my ammunition
I follow in the footsteps of those whom I have lost
I loved you now I hate you like fire gone to frost
I have no self esteem. I had it then I lost it.
I drew a line of sanity and then my friend I crossed it.
So now you do not know me
Not like you ever did
I pretty much was taken
and now I can not give.

Why are you doing this to me?
Why can't you fukkin see?
Why does it give you such a High?
What happen to the You and I?
We were never nothing
You've got to know
we were always something!


Baby Blue

the wastbasket waits to recieve your emotions.  Love anger hate sorrow, all your insane notions.
I'm wetted down with ink and have no words with which to blott it.
Stay away from me, before I turn on you.
My hatred has run free, my heart truned baby blue.


SPARKLE WATER

I rage this war against myself
and I'm not the only casualty.
No ones leaving this play alive
This play of mass tranquility.

Curtain call and I walk
Curtain drops, I stumble & fall.
Tripped by my material needs
Look out to the gawking creeds
Silent whisper becomes a roar
I pick myself up off the floor

AND I WAS FORCED TO BOW DOWN TO THE CROWD LAUGHING AT ME.

I rage this war aginst myself
And I'm not the only casualty
Take ten paces back and fire
See who falls first to their knees

Cera Ouish

[ This Message was edited by: anon on 2004-01-07 15:07 ]

Kilnfried

once upon a time I was a child   I tried so hard to please them   I save the trees and kill the people   wouldn?t it be great to die here now   nothing  they can say   but get off me   the burning bush lost its heat long ago  I lie back relax watch my life overflow  tear threw dead nutrients with a fine tooth comb  runaway in the shadows that now are my home  And the man in the can he is calling to me And the others our mothers their lying to me the parasites dropping I?m dying to be what I want but I can?t but I?m trying to see how she died now   I?m all alone no place to call home   the quizzes about who I am   I was when I could be so maybe I should be so help me I?ll pay when I can    tears are freeflowing my dark sides are showing bulletins  riped down from trees   men and graffitti   spraypaint that can speak to me   nobody wants to be hear were I am now   I scream and I holler   I wear a dog collar   I wear what I want and I don?t have a father   Holidays slip by and I never notice  and all this time I?ve been gone   Mature subject matter the pig the Madd Hatter   noodle soup dinners and lunatic neighbors   the mud that I wade threw to make my way out   I see some horses   the sunshine it blisters  and me I am nothing but look you don?t know me  so don?t try to hold me I aching to scratch my way back   so many dreams ride past me as all these days mash into one driving and driving  in endless circles not caring or sharing  as long as its further away   my buddy?s skate station  he is my salvation   I need it I already have it a back stabbing brother in a big blue van  and evil is melting me here were I am
IN A CELL ALL ALONE AND WAITING TO .....die

Cera Ouish

Its all in the family, ya might say ; )

Don't know about the lawyer. Might be able to find out.

About the police.
I just feel they are bought and paid for. My thoughts were, they would only be a larger posse on the look out for TB.
I didn't / don't view them as helpful or a protective force.
I could be wrong.  I have nothing more to go on that my gut, and an overall impression of how TB has managed to continue to continue all this time.
But it now seems like this is a moot point, and we need to hound the embassy to get in there and check on these boys who are with out a doubt face down in OP.
I do hope though, that all the recent attention might help them avoid the kind of consequences so often given out in the past.

I am also frustrated to have lost access to the BBS. Prior to wwasp being given so much confidential and sensitive information; we had access to the BBS. This would have been helpful about now. Likely the parents of the students are posting, and we could possibly have had an opportunity to contact one or some and make a difference. But alas, this valuable tool is no longer available to us.
Thank you so much Mz. Bock.

WWASP person - Carey has no idea what your talking about with your 'Step Left' - well I assume - as she was never indoctrinated. I assume she isn't up on the lingo - Or have you been giving private lessons?

Carey - I think you have misjudged the emotions you provoke. I don't much think its fear and or worry. I know its not in my case. In my case its anger, frustration, and sometimes resignation; I am projecting my emotions onto the others who've expressed irritation with you.

You ever do that? Huummm? Project your emotions onto others?