Criminal

I was born on the dirt

I grew with mud in my shirt

I was never a god

This life is the only thing I’ve had

I lived a life filled with pain

I shed tears like the rain

Nothing is what I gain

When everybody pushed me down the drain

I think I’m better off dead

Cause I don’t even know where I’m headed

I spent my whole life in the gutter

The best thing I could do is to suffer

I never knew anyone

The parents that gave life to me are now gone

I grew up taught to fool people

I was young when I became a criminal

They all placed me in a cage

because of my pain and my rage

These now are all my will

It is my thrill to kill

All these because of them

They never held a reaching hand

No one will know who I am

And no one will understand

Doomed

When you looked inside me, what did you see?

My soul of sin, black as can be

Now in the grounds filled of tears

My soul weeps in pain and fear

It was once filled with anger

Once filled with my rage

And once I always hunger

And death is what I craved

Then out of hell came my master

Out of the fiery fields

Sold my soul to him

But never knew if the deal was clear

Alas! my poor soul

And what have I done with it

Now, not worth any gold

Into the gruesome hell it lit

Now I screamed for pain

As hell’s fire eat me whole

But this is what I gained

For selling my mortal soul

The blazing eyes of my foul master

From distance I see

Echoes of his sick laughter

Silenced my every plea

And now everything became clear

That I shall suffer eternally

And I can never leave here

This is my prison for eternity

Mindless

I gasp for air

Can’t stand this stench

That is found everywhere

Savor the taste of civilization

The wicked discrimination

And I’m drench by my own thirst

Ghouls hidden in this mind

Roam the corners of my time

Horror to please thyself

Echo these dying pleas

Save my wretched soul

Yet I know you cannot

Pathetic and mindless

This hell we call world

All are helpless

Sickness

Alone and isolated
Contented to my little corner
All that is left is hatred
A life without honor

Dressed to confine my soul
To this endless darkness
No light in this miserable hole
Which drives one on the brink of madness

Tears are like endless smoke
My blood to quench the fire
I have reached the end of my rope
Yet I haven’t figured why

Souls scream in pain
In this twisted dungeon
Hope lies dead and slain
By one among you

The world is a disease
A virus that devours all
Bringer of all these
The sick and weak now fall

Fifteen Past Three

Fifteen past three

I stare on an empty room

I wait in vain for company

As the dark sky gloomed

A cup of coffee by my side

My guitar as my guide

I lament by my window

Staring as the days go by

Fifteen past three

I walked the streets alone

An empty street so it seemed

I wandered from dusk till dawn

The night sky seemed to be so cruel

As it engulfs me whole

The demons grinned at me

As my soul turns from white to foul

Fifteen past three

Slowly I lay to rest

I scamper towards my tiny corner

With a black heart beating in my chest

Confined my soul to the coffin

I float my misery to dust

As angels mourn my worthless being

Immaculate grace turns to rust

An Elegy for my Soul’

Silently reserved

to the dusts that blows

Haunted by the echoes

from the pain of my soul

I am wrapped in darkness

entrapped by my own grief

Lost in the reality

of corrupted beliefs

Betrayed in life’s agony

alone I weep

To kiss such bitterness

as I fell to my sleep

I wait in vain

for salvation doomed not come

I stare at the billowing shadows

of the demons that hide my sun

I have heard enough lies

to my heart’s content

In solitude, I want to die

to free me from this everlasting burden

What right do you have to ask

the existence of my pathetic soul?

Overwhelmed by your curses

Slowly memory swallows me whole

I’ll rather choose death

than to join tainted existence

In the reality of hypocrites

I beg to die a victim

Drain Paranoid

Life is bliss

When we find things to be sweeter than a kiss

Yet all is filled with bitterness

For we are too ignorant of all of these

Not all may live in a rainbow

Nor be dismayed in the dark

But then things are like that

Even from the start

Smiles of foul corruption

Dwindle all around

Betrayal a perception

Affection not found

Lame, as it seems

Yet it is true

My mind is about to scream

When fate laid out the clue

Stagnant little dope

Crack that pot to me

For we have no hope

Pathetic as we can be

Memoir of a Friend

Farewell to a fallen comrade

Life’s too brief for us

Knowing you has made me glad

And all the fun that was

Have known you for a short time

Shared with you all my sorrows

Our laughter is worth more than dime

Wished that it would last for tomorrow

I’m glad that I’ve stumbled on you

God knows it was worth it

But now that I have lost you

I wish you should have stayed a little bit

Memories are all I have

A teardrop for each one

Well, not all of it is sad

Because we had so much fun

Having a friend like you

Is what I won’t regret

A sweet voice for every blue

A smile for the fires we lit

Losing you is so unfair

But then life is so cruel

Now, to the stars I stare

Your memory as my fuel

Now when the sky is clear

With the sun’s bright glare

I’ll face life with no fear

Because I know you are there

Ezykiel “Ezy Bone” Yba

28 February 1983 - 25 November 2001

CPUDHS BATCH 2000

“Tribute to Rhea Leinor”

The things left unspoken

For the hearts that are broken

Judge not what you see

But only by what you feel

Memories of a friend

Are kept in my heart till the end

The source of joy and laughter

Now lies there, forever

Trials for a lost classmate

We never knew such fate

Her life is uneasy

But she was such so carefree

The honor she left of me being a friend

Will be remembered till my end

To her I give my thanks and gratitude

Even with her such attitude

But hey! This is her life

We only see her strife

She has a lot of ambitions

But never thought she never finished her mission

Can’t believe this could be happening

To her in such a tragic thing

We too are puzzled with our own fate

Never knew our time and date

We’ll see each other when we get there

But then we should too, here

Till our fate has closed the door

We will meet again Rhea Leinor

Rhea Leinor “Fugee” Japsay Fajutrao

February 26, 1984 – November 2, 1999

CPUDHS SSC-NEWTON BATCH 2000