todd_towers

I'm a Christ follower exploring writing as a way of connecting with God

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  • todd_towers 4w

    The slow ascent to madness
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  • todd_towers 4w

    Swirling

    I feel
    Like a fumbling
    Mouse
    Among many nimble giants
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  • todd_towers 4w

    Silence

    Ache do we
    For those things
    Not said,
    Even more so
    For what cannot be uttered made.

    Languished we are
    In that bloated void;
    Where the deepest
    Hopes and hurts
    Make nest.

    Fearful are we
    Of that benevolent
    Space.
    For there is no birth of song,
    Without womb having made
    ©todd_towers

  • todd_towers 4w

    Fantasy Adventure

    There are no
    Magic words
    Spells to-do
    Ancient hoards

    No jewels
    Divine lost,
    Curse befools
    Caverns posh

    Mystery not
    In taverns hot,
    Though it smiles a lot

    Mystery in love bequeathed;
    Smiles and trials,
    Friends gathered
    Hands scattered,
    Boundless love through
    Kindness shines.

    Fantasy lives
    In God's bliss

  • todd_towers 6w

    Wanderer

    I swam in darkness
    Light hidden beyond caress
    But for God's compass
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  • todd_towers 10w

    Do you remember?
    Once rested we, still.
    No fears came to life
    But for ghosts
    Likened from our dreams.
    Heardy we played
    With companions, and
    Constructs overlay
    Upon our feeble
    Attempts to be kings
    Of all the little
    Things; lay now unseen.

    We once made theatre of
    War.
    Battle inescapable
    Pursues us now, in and out.
    We relearn these lessons old
    Again and again, lo!
    Be there any refuge from:
    The liars and dictators?
    The devils and King slayers?
    Slick tongues and night stalkers?
    No rest no rest for our heads...
    And so, to old ghosts we cling.
    ©Todd_towers

    #life #childhood #adulthoid

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    Nostalgia

    Heardy we played
    With companions, and
    Constructs overlay
    Upon our feeble
    Attempts to be kings
    Of all the little
    Things; lay now unseen.
    ©todd_towers

  • todd_towers 10w

    Truly, life is strange;
    A tavern stew
    If my tongue doesn't deceive me.

    Truly, there are many voices;
    All directing many hands,
    And many of them hear the same.

    Truly, we dream so much;
    Some good... Some ill
    Will either win?

    Truly, every earth-thing is set against themselves;
    This enrages that,
    And death feeds life but life forgets.

    Truly, our souls in whole each yearn;
    For? Something forgotten,
    Alive but worldly disseminated.

    Truly, we can't stop making noise;
    Someone just needs to say it right, right?
    Fright, without silence words are only noise.

    Truly, we must do our best;
    All man does becomes one taste in the pot,
    But maybe we stave the rot.

    ©Todd_towers

    #life

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    Confusion

    Truly, life is strange;
    A tavern stew
    If my tongue doesn't deceive me.
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  • todd_towers 10w

    Though this earth
    Be doomed
    With shaking
    Foundations,
    Ordained
    To rot slow;
    Yet do I
    Wish not to
    Leave behind
    The world a
    Darker place.

    Surely death
    Bends his knee;
    Life-giver
    Heaven's King
    Shall bless each
    Seed of hope
    Planted now
    In place for
    World-to-be
    ©Todd_towers

    #earth #heaven #Jesus

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    Passing

    Wish not to
    Leave behind
    The world a
    Darker place.
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  • todd_towers 12w

    Red Inside

    My heart ceases not to bleed
    Like some unbroken creed.
    Who planted this seed?

    Peace eludes this muscle faint
    Cease the spread, this taint

    Hello?
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  • todd_towers 12w

    Dark night, starlight

    My soul cries from the depths
    For some unearthly light
    That takes it's stand against the night,
    To pierce the mighty shroud
    That haunts thicker than storm-cloud

    ©todd_towers