Category Archives: Trifecta

Last But Not Least

A beginning is an end
And an end is a beginning
The beginning of an end
Is the end of its beginning
What I cannot say in words
I will struggle then to paint it
All the folk that I have met
And the ones that I have not
All are coming to an end
And will find a new beginning
All the words that we have shared
All hard times we have fared
I came with you not for long
At the beginning of an ending
But I gave my heart and soul
And together all our blood
We have spilled upon these pages
Will dry and then grow old
As crimson flowers wither
Inside a finished book
While a new one is being open
Much more than 33
Here I’m breaking all the rules
And there’s nothing that can stop me
As I’m breaking free
And flying high

I miss you…

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Posted by on 31 March 2014 in Banzaï, Trifecta


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Eternal Darkness

Sweat and blood drip down,
“…over soon…”
Daemons know the pain; they’ll never stop.
Reminiscence smiles, but vision blurs and reality hits me hard
“…love gone…”

Yet I must atone for our sins

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Posted by on 24 March 2014 in Banzaï, Trifecta


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Fallen Angel

A curséd creature roamed these lands,
Nothing could ever satisfy its hunger for flesh…
Then came a goddess
To end its misery
And as it fell, it saw the sky for the first time…

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Posted by on 18 March 2014 in Banzaï, Trifecta


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Ode to Trifecta (or a song for three goodbyes)

You are my light in the dark,
My port in a storm,
The truth in the lies.

You are a wandering shepherd:
Gathering sheep who have lost their way
Guiding them safely together.

You are the music to my song,
The paint to my brush,
The missing word for this ode

Without you
The meaning leaves too
And at my feet
My unwritten poems and untold tales
Fall to ashes and dust.

Without you it is only
Comm nity
S pport
S rpassing yo rself
It doesn’t

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Posted by on 15 March 2014 in Banzaï, Trifecta


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I’ll Miss You My Love

At the end of time, 
Some go quietly while others chose their time:
Marking it at their highest so that in that bright light, they will be deified
And outshine the rest forever.

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Posted by on 13 March 2014 in Banzaï, Trifecta


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Flawed logic

Worming secrets out
Finding out things best left unsaid
Faking your own death to go deeper undercover to destroy foul organisations
And then posting it on an online blog…
Well done Sherlock…

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Posted by on 5 March 2014 in Banzaï, Trifecta


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Who are you really?

This is for the trifecta challenge, the word was funk. I managed to erase enough to do 333 words exactly: the story is based in France (which could be raising the question of why they were speaking English…?) enjoy 😇

“Hi, what’s up?”
“Not much my dear, not much… You?” She asks with that sly look of hers.
“I’m fine, I finished school now so-”
“Yes well I noticed that, you don’t often come out when you haven’t finished”
“Well, sometimes I just pretend…”
“Ooh you naughty girl!” Says she, falsely offended of course because she doesn’t even go to school.
“I was wondering, what’s your name? You haven’t told me yet”
“Ah that is the secret of Atlantis…”
“So you won’t tell me?”
“No but feel free to find me one”
“Do you not know your name? Or are you afraid of what I’ll find if I look you up…?”
“No I just don’t really like it… and I do get paranoid so the less people know my name the better”
“Another thing you haven’t told me is why you’re here”
“Well in my defence I did only meet you three days ago”
“That little huh? It feels like an age”
“Heh you’ve even started talking like me”
“You will answer me”
“Yes ma’m! ;p
I was around when the Eiffel Tower exploded, I didn’t speak much French, rather like the majority of people there, and I became a suspect-”
“And were they right?” Arched eyebrow like The Doctor does so well.
“Yes and no…”
“Don’t speak in riddles”
She turned and smiled her peculiar smile “you know the funny thing is you’re not even scared, you’re INTRIGUED”
“A qui tu parles?” Asks a boy in my class…
“Well we’re in a funk now aren’t we precious…”


Posted by on 18 February 2014 in Banzaï, Trifecta


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