Thursday, December 31, 2009

Despair
"Bad faith is possible only because sincerity is conscious of missing its goal inevitably, due to its very nature. I can try to apprehend myself as "not being cowardly," when I am so, only on condition that the "being cowardly" is itself "in question" at the very moment when it exists, on condition that it is itself one question, that at the very moment when I wish to apprehend it, it escapes me on all sides and annihilates itself."

Self-determination bears holes on its sides. To assert oneself as something is to doubt it so gravely the assertion takes form, and comes into conscious being, and to express this is to find a strength so overwhelming it imposes itself beyond one's self, beyond one's own. To effect change, perhaps? To overcome the very doubt which gives the expression its vigour? It is folly.

"The condition under which I can attempt an effort in bad faith is that in one sense, I am not this coward which I do not wish to be. But if I were not cowardly in the simple mode of not-being-what-one-is-not, I would be "in good faith" by declaring that I am not cowardly. Thus this inapprehensible coward is evanescent; in order for me not to be cowardly, I must in some way also be cowardly. That does not mean that I must be "a little" cowardly, in the sense that "a little" signifies "to a certain degree cowardly - and not cowardly to a certain degree." No. I must at oncce be and not be totally and in all respects a coward."

Cowardliness, like kindness and other such concepts remain what they are - concepts. Concepts which, like freedom, are in their very essence absolute. Such is how one has no ability to be "a little" of this or another. One is cowardly, or one is not cowardly. Yet this adjectival association, this being-a-characteristic trait of cowardliness and its fellow concepts hints towards such - that such being, such relation to adjectival concepts, in reality lies nowhere. Present out cowardliness, kindness, in a green box, perhaps? Still, its ability to amend or align the choices of the human consciousness is undeniable, whether in bad faith, good faith, or in true raw being. They can be links, relations, between multiple human consciousnesses. 'He is a coward, and thus I treat him like I should cowards'. [Are] we then, in this context [have we such embodied or in our being 'is], in essence, any concept at all? That the human mind may believe itself to be, in its flesh, meat, cells, and concepts, is absurd, silly. It is perhaps then, consciousness itself, which may bear, in its essence, concepts.

How should this consciousness comprehend these concepts, then? Certainly consciousness relates to these concepts in ways. Perhaps just as our selves relate to trees and pillars in ways. We sway across the mental, finally settling on a(or multiple) concept(s) upon which to feed, to grow, to determine, to become idolised. Such could then it be, a 'determined' consciousness, a 'clear' personality. That which integrates the concepts into its very essence. This notion, however, indicates that the pre-integrated consciousness in its very fact bears essence. A spontaneity, a being far beyond the outlines of the logical, conceptual realm. Perhaps it is this which Sartre seeks, to exist as a consciousness merely as itself. A freedom from the concepts of one or all.

As such, how is one completely and totally cowardly, and while being so, is not cowardly at all? What might being be, then?

Envy, envy, my vice and my fall.

Deus, allow me to free myself from my torment.


Please direct semantic horseplay or an unfreedom from preconceived notions and associations to an indulging party. Especially the arguable.

- --| Kyros |-- wasn't missed at 2:17 PM

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Frail
My flesh burns but my bones are cold
and I am written over and over and over again

in ink



perhaps it's time to blog somewhere else

misery flows like a scorching river. where went my strength?
what do you wish me learn?

deus, guide me, as you have before

- --| Kyros |-- wasn't missed at 10:31 AM

Monday, December 21, 2009

That Which Was
Should my words resound empty, my smile impure
That which spoken thunders across fields uncounted
And grants you no peace

Know that the fields were yours-
The storm, yours-
The night mine, the demons, yours-
Your pain, yours, and my pain, yours

Matrie, you were my highest hope
My statue most solemn
And my greatest unrest

Such is it thus, and I am gone

- --| Kyros |-- wasn't missed at 11:48 PM

Monday, December 14, 2009

Over
My life could have been just those 36 hours
and I would still die fufilled


Happy Birthday, Me!
This year I can say this, vigorous as a flame dipped into the sun

- --| Kyros |-- wasn't missed at 3:05 AM

Monday, December 07, 2009

Captivated
whispers beyond each tune
call me forth

as destiny unwinds in leaps
of a slant equilibrium
wilting

why have eyes when all you see means nothing, and all that has meaning you cannot see?
yet eyes we have, and we are confused


i will never be sure

- --| Kyros |-- wasn't missed at 10:26 PM

darkness.for.words

clipped.wings

Felix Kyros Ang Mao Ler
Banished for 17 years now
Left the Shimmering Lights Behind
Dark Angel
Twelth, of Twelth
Suffering the curse of humanity
Lust for blood

deep.desires
1. Human Rejection
2. Time
3. Freedom
4. To Leave this Cursed Land
5. My Soul
6. My Sanity (I Got This Back)
7. Of Wisdom and Lightworks

heart.felt
Lacuna Coil
Within Temptation
Evanescence
Nightwish
Elfen Lied
Epica
Death
Sorrow
Darkness
The Moon
Blood

heart.cursed
Humanity
Sunlight
Helplessness
Imcomprehension
Cruelty
Violence
Inequality

last.words
i still love you. i always have. i was banished from the light, to get caught in the middle. punished with insanity. death out of my grasp.
you never existed to care for me. you existed for me to care. and when i cried, nobody came. nobody alive. humanity is dead.
new humanity was recreated. and you punished me by making me part of it. i still cry. still nobody comes. nobody comes. nobody ever came.
and still i scream, torn apart in the battle in my own mind. the battle of two, the battle of three. nobody comes to help me, for i wish no human help.
what could humanity do but rip me further? locked in rotting flesh. destined to be punished. because of you. you who lies. you who never lived, and you who will never die.

over. ended.
all silent as the ticks of the halted hands.
i turn. i see.
the dances of grey havens, over the earth so cold
and sit, in the cries of a motherless child.

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