"fasts" poems
Ask me, not
Why it will not be the last?
Seriously,
Agreement was made to water
The roots of the plant
But again,
The water was poured over the leaves
For the temporary calm
On every change in season
Leaves get turned pale
When roots gave up to live in
And the fasting
Begins
Struggling to breathe in
Respectfully yours,
15th and the next
Why do one fasts?
When we are so hungry...........
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
O my mind,
Worship the lotus feet of the Indestructible One!
Whatever thou seest twixt earth and sky
Will perish.
Why undertake fasts and pilgrimages?
Why engage in philosophical discussions?
Why commit suicide in Banaras?
Take no pride in the body,
It will soon be mingling with the dust.
This life is like the sporting of sparrows,
It will end with the onset of night.
Why don the ochre robe
And leave Home as a sannyasi?
Those who adopt the external garb of a Jogi,
But do not penetrate to the secret,
Are caught again in the net of rebirth.
Mira's Lord is the courtly Giridhara.
Deign to sever, O Master.
All the knots in her heart.
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As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
As the Vulture teased
Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys
As the Tiger eased
By but a Crumb of Blood, fasts Scarlet
Till he meet a Man
Dainty adorned with Veins and Tissues
And partakes—his Tongue
Cooled by the Morsel for a moment
Grows a fiercer thing
Till he esteem his Dates and Cocoa
A Nutrition mean
I, of a finer Famine
Deem my Supper dry
For but a Berry of Domingo
And a Torrid Eye.
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Shall Christ hang on the Cross, and we not look?
Heaven, earth, and hell stood gazing at the first,
While Christ for long-cursed man was counted cursed;
Christ, God and Man, Whom God the Father strook
And shamed and sifted and one while forsook:--
Cry shame upon our bodies we have nursed
In sweets, our souls in pride, our spirits immersed
In wilfulness, our steps run all acrook.
Cry shame upon us! for He bore our shame
In agony, and we look on at ease
With neither hearts on flame nor cheeks on flame:
What hast thou, what have I, to do with peace?
Not to send peace but send a sword He came,
And fire and fasts and tearful night-watches.
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The ugly kitten didn’t know -
He purrs.
The ugly kitten cannot see -
He sleeps.
The ugly kitten poor as can be-
He eats.
The ugly kitten all alone-
He dances.
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The ugly kitten smells a new smell -
He knows.
The ugly kitten sees her in his dreams-
He wakes.
The ugly kitten schemes and schemes-
He fasts.
The ugly kitten all alone-
He cries.
Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 2010 at 2:25 PM UTC
Looking through pictures,
And hating every minute of it.
I hate the memories you have,
The people you're with,
Even the way your hair looks.
But the photographic timeline fasts forward.
Your hair grows longer
And I become happier.
Aside from a subtle hole of depression
Opening up in my stomach.
Finally I reach
The memories we have together.
Pictures on the archery range
And the dining hall porch.
The subtle hole fades.
Flipping through pictures of your work this past year,
And I wonder,
Does Molly still hate me?
Have you spoken to Jon the Texan since he left?
Do you miss them?
Because I miss you.
I'll be home soon enough,
But I miss you.
And I will try my best
Not to let you miss me
Anymore.
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 8:44 AM UTC
I
She gave up beauty in her tender youth,
Gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways;
She covered up her eyes lest they should gaze
On vanity, and chose the bitter truth.
Harsh towards herself, towards others full of ruth,
Servant of servants, little known to praise,
Long prayers and fasts trenched on her nights and days
She schooled herself to sights and sounds uncouth
That with the poor and stricken she might make
A home, until the least of all sufficed
Her wants; her own self learned she to forsake,
Counting all earthly gain but hurt and loss.
So with calm will she chose and bore the cross
And hated all for love of Jesus Christ.
II
They knelt in silent anguish by her bed,
And could not weep; but calmly there she lay;
All pain had left her; and the sun's last ray
Shone through upon her, warming into red
The shady curtains. In her heart she said:
"Heaven opens; I leave these and go away;
The Bridegroom calls,--shall the Bride seek to stay?"
Then low upon her breast she bowed her head.
O lily flower, O gem of priceless worth,
O dove with patient voice and patient eyes,
O fruitful vine amid a land of dearth,
O maid replete with loving purities,
Thou bowedst down thy head with friends on earth
To raise it with the saints in Paradise.
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sometimes being free doesn't mean leaving
Maybe freedom is right in front of you
And right in the place you stand
It is possible that you can find freedom
right there,
What if you were your own oppressor
I mean, i know that out there, in the world
there are people just waiting
To hurt to, and to laugh when you get hurt
I know that out there, there are other people,
that instead of praying for blessings,
they pray for curses against you
But you decide what to do in the end
Will you continue that pattern of curses
or will you turn the book around
There are times when its better to turn the cheek
But that doesn't mean that you have to stop
The fact is that Jesus died so that you could be free
And he did say to turn the other cheek
But he never said to stop fighting
Not physically, of course
But spiritually
Sometimes the biggest fight is alone
In A room
Kneeling down,
Because whether or not you believe it
Punching the one who called you fat or ugly,
Is actually loosing the battle
You might feel awesome at the moment
but tell me, how much will it last
Until the feeling wears of and you find,
yourself crying again,
But when you kneel down and tell God,
The fight continues
But not failure! Victory rises
and there is nothing like it,
Literally, you fell your heart beating so fasts
not even an ocean can cover the spark of fire that's starting
Its a feeling that no matter what, Is simply unique,
I used to think that crying and feeling pity for my self was the way to forget, but that just made me remember more the next day, and cutting would make the pain go down, but really it made it worse, committing suicide was so at hand, but that would automatically be a fall, and a big LOSE!
Maybe all we need to try once more,
With repentance
With will,
With God!!!
Let's the the revolution turn into Victory
I DARE YOU!!!
I might even double dare you too!!!
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
Today it rains like never before,
It wears grace and pain;
It feels like a woman.
The cruel abyss of my cavernous
Heart wears violent black flora
In the furrow of my deep grief.
On this day no one has asked for me,
I pray to God and ask forgiveness
For how little I have died.
This mortal crusade that fasts on emotion,
It wears me like a fleece of flesh
That weeps softly at the soliloquy of me.
I wish I could beat on all the doors
And find good behind anyone,
But I soak in a puddle of self pity.
Destiny has seen to my downfall,
The backwash of suffering welling
Into my soul, today it rains as never before.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
And the knowledge of the hedgerow plant, I found embedded in leaf veins ... like in mine, etched along blue lines of a notebook. In the ripples on the remnants of water that pooled, before the mudflats claimed them are the striations of ol'butot near Naivasha. His stories tell of caves, a gleaming obsidian of a pre historic introspection. Do forty day fasts suffice to exorcise the springs of sulphur or the forced baptism of a flash flood washing six souls to Hades ? The sun glinted at me through a narrowness of fate, a gorge of interminable seconds and I marvelled at the strata of time in a warp, for it blurted out a moan.
Love spoke in nuanced layers of molten flow that crawled to stillness. Can I not say that stone speaks? A couple of hundred years back in time, self titled discoverers had seen land that had not been unseen by the thousands who lived for thousands until then. So yes, the strata spoke to me, like the striations in the leaves and the lines that were everywhere telling stories of interminable seconds. Time grooves like a death valley in an engraving, etched like a memory of that which has never been, ripples on sand, circles on water,
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 10:49 AM UTC
I'm trying so hard to fit in,
But the pressure is high to be masculine.
I go to the gym everyday
For at least 4 hours - that's the way
to keep on losing all of this weight.
I can't remember the last time that I ate.
Water fasts, laxatives, diuretics galore,
This is an illness no one should ignore.
1 stone, 2 stone, 3 stone gone,
Nothing left for my body to live on.
But nobody listened when I asked for help in this,
Because I am a male my struggles with anorexia went amiss.
I became dangerously underweight,
My organs began to fail - now I know my fate.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
Day 1:
Smoothie (approx. 154 calories)
Kind Bar (150 calories)
Red Rhapsody Odwalla (200 calories)
Fudge Bar (more calories than it should have)
Handful of almonds (264 calories)
Half a box of dove chocolates (too many calories)
Half a Nalgene of water (0 calories)
Thoughts:
I have a friend who used to say she was
“Fasting for religious purposes”
like every Tuesday and Thursday.
Okay,
I’m sorry,
but what ******* religion fasts twice a week?
Like Karen , you’re not ******* fooling us
you’re starving yourself.
We all know it’s how you maintain your
~gorgeous~ stick like figure
skinny ***** you’re not fooling anyone.
I mean just say you diet, but as I mentioned in the title
DIETS ARE A ******* JOKE!
I’ve got a great idea kids!
Let’s go not eat good food and see how we feel.
***** you vegans)
Sounds like ****
I wanna eat pizza, and fudge bars, and cake, and literally
EVERYTHING
and not feel ******* bad about it.
Like is that too much to ask?
Whatever. Peace out. Don’t die on the way home.
Day 2:
Fasting for religious purposes.
Thoughts:
**** me.
1 Karen does not exist; Karen is a fictional character who I created to fulfill the requirements of my artistic vision. The only Karen I know is like forty-eight and works with my mom, trust me she doesn’t starve herself.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
The Oak tree in the garden fasts
her luscious bodice skinned
Though dream we did that autumn last,
none could conquer cold coarse wind
Ethereal laces, red and gold
once cloaked her graceful form
As sun-warmed skin, turned white with cold
flesh falls like ladies’ laces torn
Light which drenched her leaves ’til soaked
has vanished long with autumn’s coat
Instead, bare arms, broken and *****
Fight November’s bitter, bleak demote
And then one day I check upon her
Has winter’s brutal beating claimed
vict’ry by that cruel crisp monster
gainst my garden’s fairest dame?
Alas, my prize has not been slain
her beauty ne’er been thieved
For in the night the winter came,
but dressed her as a queen!
Under folds of whitest silk she stands
draped in drops of diamond light
Defeated crude and forceful hands
bow down to such exquisite might
So once again she rises,
sleek and silver stands she now
Transformed by winter’s laces whitest
she shall remain my garden crown
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
Panic attacks are like deathless suicides
****
You're deader than a dead man because unnatural fasts
unnatural- fasts
solipsist dizz-
solipsist sip, mizz?
burn the boardwalk and walk the beach *** all of a sudden
life is too short to fuckit, later.
everything has to slither out like Satanic snakes offering the half-bitten apple
to Adam *** he got the other bit stuck in his Adams Apple and suddenly lost his voice,
** ** take that, prophecies of God!
Too tired to be the metaphysical rebel licking the slug slime off your toes as if you deserve the luxury,
smile again and I'll call you the prettiest pervert to ever strip down to your socks.
this is what a broad mind is,
I write this assuming weirder thoughts have flickered in your ******* lightbulb.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
Permanence
Of all things that humans hold most dear it has to be that great priceless yearned for truth it lasts
One lone western star was framed through my window my question what did it say nothing but this
The stars are Gods fixed cosmic markers he has each named he creates as he is all hold fasts
Find it not remarkable you are eternal flowering in his garden the blessed that sleep marble shows them
Movies at one time played up the theme so richly the only goal leave a mark don’t be forgotten
Capture this image God says I have engraved you in my palms know if your parents forget I won’t
Next time the enemy says your nobody your finished just picture God’s open hands you are begotten
I see his folded hands I see him doing a childrens check on them let see the Midwest the I’s the R’s the D’s
The star prompted thinking of home the San Gabriel’s that shield Los Angeles these mighty peaks
The L.A. basin as you sweep in on a plane the lights of homes are endless spiritual darkness pervades
Asuzu Street 06 from Wales to Topeka then southern C burst into holy flame the God of Acts speaks
Stirred shaking greater than San Andreas ever could a holy ghost Tsunami brought life everlasting
My prayer my dream is to return even on Pico Ave hold street meetings with bullets flying if necessary
I slept in a field with the cows when I got out of the service at Ill camp, district superintendent objected
God homered it the man of God said words to one whose father is a drunkard mother a harlot emissary
Was his prophecy a great one for God Forty years I waited God spoke six years ago you haven’t done
Life’s work yet another preacher said you can change the hands on the clock but not the time you don’t
Know only Joseph speaks from his great dream to my smaller but still a dream I will with God be one
In purpose and duty and in victory I will overcome not alone but this country will burn with holy fire
Soon it is in the word that endures is pure perfect and permanent even more than the firmament
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 4:09 PM UTC
Once he said, "I have no King but Caesar!”
And the Roman obeyed his command
Now instead he has become a believer
Once he watched him suffer a whip
And lusted for his blood to flow
Now it fills a grail for him to sip
Once he hid behind the garrison
He saw him fall on a stone road
Now he's become a good Samaritan
Once he had a hammer and a nail
And used them to fulfill a prophecy
Now he hears a mother's painful wail
Once he made a crown of thorns
He pierced his side and found only water
Now he makes halos out of horns
Once he moved a stone to seal a Tomb
He stood guard in front for Rome
Now he's born again from a holy womb
Once he was a doubting Thomas
Then he asked to see his hands
Now he believes the Lord's promise
Once it was he who would not repent
Until ashen palms blessed his skin
Now he fasts forty days for Lent
Once he was flesh upon this earth
And he was a sinner in God's sight
Now he wonders of his own worth
Once he dreamed that it was too late
And as he stood at the edge of his grave
Now he knows for whom he must wait
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
I've had an eating disorder since I was 13 years old.
I ate and ate to fill the void I had, the intense abandonment and anxiety issues I was dealing with.
Then I came out the other side and I would take so many weight loss pills to make me sick and I took so many laxatives to make me have to run to the bathroom every hour.
I restricted my eating, counted my calories and I would go on 72-hour fasts.
Then something happened, I went on a mission trip and I was forced to eat food. I was forced to like what I was eating and I liked it.
Eating wasn't so bad. I wasn't eating myself sick and I wasn't starving myself to insanity.
When I got back I had gained almost all the weight I had lost and I was so upset.
But I didn't have it in me to continue to starve myself again.
I've gained a lot of weight but I don't care anymore. Now I just want to be healthy and love myself regardless of what I look like.
And you should too.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
As rain pours down my window, as nights sheath corrupts the sky, I am alone. Trying to travel deep into my mind, I seem to have the same thing on every level, you. The deeper I go the harder the rain falls. Looking out my window I see a blur of lights and hear the sound of rain as it showers down upon the ground. Ignoring the pain I feel in my heart I try to calm myself by saying everything will be okay, for I do not know what is becoming of me, but more importantly us. My self reluctance is falling down with the rain, waiting for the storm to stop. Stricken pain shatters against my heart bearing no mercy to it's devastating blow. As an attempt to mend the pain it spreads throughout my veins to disperse into my body. The pain is still strong, digging further to find an answer to this searing agony. Relieved when I open a secret chapter in my heart, finding truthful but saddening fasts about myself and why this misery keeps attacking me. Discovering I have a strong desire for perfection I struggle to accept it, as for I am also a crazy jealous person, I believe this is the reason why it stings like a ***** to hear about other people and especially them exceeding me. I can see past all the ******** lies and fibs to try not to hurt my feelings so I may be bearable. I understand now what I am, I wish I could just be made for you but I can't, this is how we improve us, this is how we become more loving. I need you I want you because it's you and me against the world and I will not let down until we are in the ground. I fully, truly, honestly, consistently, unconditionally love you forever; if I had to choose between loving you or dying, I would use my last breath to say I love you because it's you and me.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
At times refrain
to grow with age
Forbear the fruit
enjoy the strain
Much be learnt
in controlling pain
Plenty to benefit from
temporarily being empty
Mind regroups with a system cleanse
Body allowed to make amends
Fasts don't last but our choice remains and will sustained
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 5:53 PM UTC
On the way of her home
My feet stopped and my eyes seeks for her
Even if I don't want
It seems inevitable
My heart beat fasts
On the way of her home
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
Mistaken identity
Broken mind
Thoughts of the past
Flood to the head
Memories which were forgotten
Things you wish remained locked
Now rush past
Clouding your mind
Seeing what you went through
Fearing what you have become
Wondering where you truly are
Silently crying out in pain
Rushing to seek help
Yet none can be found
The fear you once knew
Now back with vengeance
Try your best to hide
Remaining stuck
In a never ending decent
Into a spiralling depression
You hold fasts to your chest
Trying to clench the pain away
But to no avail
It lingers there still
Scratching at your head
You try to breath
Hoping that it will not last
But the more you wish the more it sticks
You begin to crumble
Exposing yourself to those you shouldn’t
Hoping for them to love you as you are
And not what they want you to be
But rejection cuts deep
You look down and notice
Words of hate pouring out
From your open scars
Closing your eyes
You shake your head
Trying to dislodge the thoughts
That cling to your mind
You open your eyes again
To find that the words have turned red
There is an object on the floor
Sharp and coated in crimson
You realize in your delirium
You have wounded yourself
While trying desperately
To rid yourself of the pain
Puddle on the floor
Staining the carpet a crimson red
The blood which was once words
Flowing out in a rush
You stare
Not knowing what to do
You start to cry again
As the pain begins to lift
Slowly but surely the pain turns numb
You try to grasp your chest
But find your limbs are heavy
Your eyes begin to shut
You think in your mind
This is the end
You are finally free of the pain
But are you truly free
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
"All galaxies are indeed moving apart at an ever increasing rate"
It's the saddest thing I've ever heard
Don't they know it will be too late?
They'll burn up only to leave
The vacuum space between
Adaptive we say
Time and decay
But morals and friendships-
drugs and hugs and spark plugs,
Surely they're meant to remain?
Not fall like autumn's leaves or spring's rain and grow anew or cycle through...but stay?
If I could press a memory in this book I'd fill the pages
Instead these images press my brain
And my memory beckons and pleads
"Am I still able?"
Tell me so.
Do we start, what we always know will end?
3
2
1
go.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
Hear, my children the instruction of a father, and give attention to know understanding; for I give you good doctrine; do not forsake my law. - Proverbs:4:1-2.
Open your eyes young men, to understanding, knowledge and wisdom.
Open your eyes young men, and behold, take heed to the Kingdom.
Open your eyes young men, be aware and awake, start giving.
Open your eyes young men, to take a place in the land of the living.
Be careful towards the occupations of the evil ones,
And understand the powers and principalities of the fallen doves.
Act with wisdom and take to you their measures,
Because when you slip, your trash become their treasures.
PLEASE I say, seek God early in the day,
In the evening and before you rest your head to lay.
Keep your eyes open and balance spirit and carnal with it.
As it is in the carnal as it is in the spirit.
As young men put on your Holy amor and take up your mantle.
Because in the beginning He won the war and in the end God will win the battle.
Open your eyes young men; the revelation is coming to past,
So evolve in the spirit by praying and keeping fasts.
Yes, young men stay with me!!
"He who testifies to these things says, Surely I come quickly."
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC