Impressions, Fathoms and Whatnots.

Some short poetry (and whatnot) mostly culled from my recent twitter: @DaniellTriumph



Alexandre on the Harpsichord.jpg

Alexandre on the Harpsichord.

Playing a few things… 1, 2.


They marry young and you, look at them
And their joy and
Judge them
Through resentful eyes.


Then you realize,
The music is all tragedies,
It’s time to stop
drag your knees.

Continue reading “Impressions, Fathoms and Whatnots.”

Reflect Deflex

Honestly, I have no idea what this is about. It’s vaguely political for sure. Maybe you can have a go at it, as Northrop Frye says: The poet is not the ultimate judge of his art. (Though he can put on the “critic hat” so to speak, and become one of the many critics for his or her work.)

I’ll also put a note about TSP at the end for those who read the serial.

They’re moving
Forces you do not know, but you could understand.
Missionary, anti-Missionary
Politics, the wake of war,

Cold wars are heating up again.
South Africa, kill the whites.
Don’t cover it, cover it up
Our permissible genocide
In the making.


Wake the sleeping giants, wake the beast
Don’t close your eyes don’t stop your feet.
We know, you know: Man is not judged
for what we did not know.

But is knowledge is power,
You know or ignore it,
The world may rot inside your fingers.
(That the world may know peace…)
To whom shall the blame be taken?
For whom does the bell toll?
Executive orders is not a strong plea.
Walk into the pain of the light,
And lift up the rocks,
Sear the parasite.

Watch world.
Watch the world.

Daniel Triumph.

Few references in this piece I have no issues pointing out:

  • Cold wars are heating up again. Megadeth, from “Blackmail the Universe.”
  • South Africa, kill the whites. This is literally happening. Racism, torture, death. And the mass media is silent on it for some reason… (can you guess why? White people can’t be victims!) Katie Hopkins is keeping an eye on it. Here’s a decent link if you’re interested:
  • Wake the sleeping giants, wake the beast. Metallica, from “Shoot Me Again”
  • That the world may know peace… This was a sort of mantra that a few characters from Oretachi Ni Tsubasa Wa Nai (…Under the Innocent Sky) said when he was stressed. It’s an anime, although it’s definitely rated 18+, so keep that in mind if you want to look into it. (Talked about it a bit in an old blog piece of mine.)
  • For whom does the bell toll? A loose reference to Metallica’s “For Whom the Bell Tolls.” To be honest, I’m not that familiar with the song, just the title. I really only know St. Anger.
  • Reflex Deflex. A reference to a type of bow. It’s a form of longbow/recurve bow.

For readers of The Solune Prince!

The 17th chapter, Jagged Assembly II, will be out, for sure, next Thursday. Of course, this doesn’t count as a “missed week” according to the schedule, as I set as guarantees every second week OR every week.

It’s exam time, and the safety net of every second week is in play here. Anyway, see you then. Looks like the narrative is getting a cool little sub plot for a few of the characters.

Here are some links:

Have fun! Bye!

The Last of the First Act

For Lvsa, no matter what happens.
Likely, I am breaking many copyright laws
As well as other laws.

Signed in blood,
Daniel Triumph.

This was written around a month ago, and is thus no longer reality, but fiction.

“My life ended
And I missed it.” – dan…

The cause of my affliction
Can never be resolved
A case for self infliction
Whose sin can’t be dissolved
Your body’s empty now,
As I hold you—now gone I miss you,
But I TOLD you—

All within my hands
Love to death,
smack you ’round and round and
Choking is my fetish
All within my hands

Love is control
I’ll die if I let go
Give me one good reason
Why this has to be
That’s all I’m asking for
Don’t say that it’s over

Let it go

Just then the walls opened, just as they promised not to flee
Their plans were turned around and

Fuck it all and no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
I need a voice to let myself
To let myself go free
Fuck it all and fuckin’ no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark steps
Medallion noose, I hang myself
Saint Anger ’round my neck

And I choke… on the cross
As I hang… as I’m hanging Continue reading “The Last of the First Act”

Passive Regressions

An anthology of very short poems I think would be unfair to publish on their own. Most are for…someone.


I’m just a lie, she’s just a fake
I’m just alive, she’s just a lake
I’m just alive, she’s just a lake.

And my hand dissolves from
In the lakes.

I thought it was as it seems
But everyone is alone
I thought it was as it seems
But everyone is alone
Is everyone all alone?


Only if you want it,
More than you want your own fingertips.

I bit my fingers off,
You can have them.
No, I don’t need them;
Not without you.


Go whichever way you need to go,
Nobody can tell us how to build
Your future

Our future?

I would hope so
If you let me.

Strength and devotion
Come without warning

I’m listening.

I know you have to go,
I’ll be there for you in the night.
As your view it crumbles down,

And it will…
Have you ever broken your own heart?

Take it easy.
I will drink your pain away,
I’ll fuck you like a chimpanzee.

Maybe you won’t have to…

But that’s not a promise.

I don’t know.

Take it easy.
Let me wrap my hands all around
your neck
And take whatever you have given,
Take you away.
Now you are mine.



This mechanic soul is
is so attainable—I-
I’ve had the blackouts now
I’ve seen you for who you truly are,

Your brightened heart is mine to keep,
Thy deepened soul is mine to keep


If I could have my wasted days back
Would I use them to get back on track?
If I had never asked you
Would things have gone as well as they have?

We livin’ a lie yet?


My dream date? Sure…

At my place (I don’t have a place), on my shitty couch (no couch either), watching movies people hate (Terminator Salvation, , The Master of Disguise), lots of grunge and metal…probably all at once.

Also she must be there. יז ועיני לאה רכות

[Also Redacted]



I fell into Joseph’s pit but,
Not even Joseph fell into the pit so
Where the fuck am I?


Conservative view: We have a deal.
Liberal view: Deals are subject to whim.


If you got a question,
Yo just ask it,
Pick up the beat
While the spaghetti man’s slackin’.




Today on the seventh day,
The second day
I woke already thinking of you
I dreamed that you had sent me a note
Wishful dreaming.
My dreams are so cruel.
I loved you, however
I want you more.
You’ve taken my soul
I’m wounded
A piece of my life
I don’t care
Why does having less hurt more
I need you
Why is everything wrong between us
I miss eden
And you will ever come back
I love you.