ABOUT ROGER

4.26.20

my cell door

Explainer: ‘A Convicts,’ An Ode To…

Is my shield on the real, that I can go behind whether on the frontline or in the field, like a soldier, or better yet a spartan, who with mind & skill, can wield with a better understanding of when to pen up, close down, or seal, the doorway to stress & strife, or Better yet the outside of everybody else's life?  Acts as my middle man in the middle of me & man, to help keep my sanity from traveling to “IN” land.  Ridiculous as it may sound, when nobody else is around, I feel it makes it easier for my heavenly Father, “The Holy, Almighty, I Am,” to burn a bush & talk to me.

Then once I’ve regained my inner-plane & an equilibrium that’s even & plain, I relish in the simple fact & act of limiting exposure with closure.

“I’m just sayin...”

 “PeN. Prof.” AKA “The Dumbest DISCIPLE”

4.27.20

notebook therapy

So today I just write to help me get to sleep at night, & to subdue the acidic & antagonistic, angst of anger.

Too many thoughts of how I’m caught between the disrespectful & the distraught have to be fought so saner senses can re-establish serenity.

Frenetically frustrated by unprofessional & purposeful provocation, prayers are at time the only available weapons.

So I pick up my pen, say “O.K. God where should I begin,” to relate to Him my temptation to sin, to get even, & try to find a way to make amends.

 “PeN. Prof.” AKA “The Dumbest DISCIPLE”