Humanity (believe you me)

Quite simply put
People need to believe
Whatever they need
To live in peace with themselves
To save this planet
From our own selfish greed
No hate in believing
Peace could be
Believing in you
And believing in me!


Bob jenkens

                                               bob jenkens

coin star Christmas

Maybe I should make a Will write for food sign and take my struggle to the streets.

Every Wal-mart I've been to has a coin star machine. I've used one many times. You go around your house and car to find every piece of change you can find. You put it into the coin star machine and it counts it. Takes its share and gives you a voucher to take to a register. You can get your dollars to go buy candy or beer but in my experience I’m buying diapers or food. It’s my money but the coin star machine helps provide for my struggle. Live to fight another day right? I've seen other people use the coin star machine. Seen the embarrassment on their face from having their struggle forced into public. Then passed them in the store spied into their cart to see bottled water, food or something else you know they severely needed.  Makes me wish so bad that I had some extra money to give to help them. Just some money could give them hope. 

when your struggling so bad someone reaching out from behind you in line is divine intervention.

They've obviously brought their life savings to buy some small commodity and what will I do when the diapers run out this time? Next time I take the bottles back. That’s what I did. And I pray for a roof job to fall out of the sky on me.  I can roof a house by myself in a week. Now being a single dad   I pray for a baby sitter as well.  If I looked down and found a twenty dollar bill I would thank God. And since I don’t ever seem to have an extra twenty. I do say a prayer for the people I see with my very same struggle…. Just to survive.

Prayers 

God Bless
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if it bleeds it leads (kindle sample)

Bullied homeless by professionals in a nutshell

Anyone know what to do when a 911 call has been fabricated and changed by Sheriffs? Help.

In March Lenawee District Judge Laura Shadler scolded me as she evicted me and my 3 year old son from our house.  “Mr. Clark single moms raise their children by themselves everyday you need to get it together!” My mom was with me. She raised her hand and judge shadler let her speak. She told the judge “I don’t stick up for Scott often, but this county will not help a man like they will a woman”. The judge agreed with her.  I wasn't sure what to say there’s a lot more I wish I had said.  I told her “I commend single moms everywhere.”  “Truth is your honor this is my child he’s my responsibility. I didn't find out about him until he was almost 3 months old.( Lenawee county children protective service contacted me to tell me I needed to take a dna  test . I asked if the baby was in danger and I was told “No he’s not”.   ) I told the judge this rent money I owe isn't current rent I've paid over a thousand dollars over my rent in the last year trying to catch up. I got behind back when I found out I was a new dad.”  Just like I found out about my new son I found out his mom was a heroin addict up stairs in Judge Greg Iddings court when children protective service removed him from her and placed him in my custody.  I continued telling judge shadler how cps tried using the baby as a tool to sustain mom’s sobriety. They scheduled visits with us and would choose 3 days a week when I would be required to bring Gavin to Adrian to a park, McDonald's or DHS. They would swab his mom for drugs as any condition. If she wasn't going to pass she would say she didn't have a ride and they would tell me I had to make the visit up. I never missed a visit.  This went on for ten months your Honor “That’s when I got behind it drove me into the ground”.

 She concurred with Barb Nelson that I had paid her rent over and above since she bought  the trailer park in February. I asked the court for a motion of discovery to have Barb show me where she bought the debt from the previous owner. (phil French). Judge Shadler told me” that was none of my businesses. She then asked barb if she wanted to add to any dollars for anything else. Barb told her she wanted to add 10 dollars a month for my dog which hadn't been included.  “Mr. Clark” the judge said. “Didn't I sentence you to probation for attempted obstruction of justice? You’re not supposed to have a dog.”  (This is when I was almost held in contempt). I stood up and told her “no that’s not true you’re Honor” You signed the release papers”. My mom’s next to me trying to get me to sit down. I look to mom and tell her “no mom, let’s get this on the record”.  I turned back to the judge. I told her “your wrong your honor. To even be talking about this. It’s not why we’re here today. I’m being evicted from my home today. Do you want to talk about the 911 call you fabricated to produce the crime you just mentioned?” She told me I was about to be held in contempt.  With no attorney I sat down let the judge take my home.  Michigan law gives the owner of a trailer 90 days to move their home when evicted from a mobile home park. I asked her about that she denied that request and gave me 10 days to be out of my house. 

  About the recorded 911 call I made to the Lenawee county sheriff’s office. My name is Scott Clark.  A Specs Howard graduate I have a degree in broadcasting. I've worked at Q-95 country, mix 102.5. I write poetry and I like to produce them in audio. I use a program called cool edit pro. It allows me to mix recordings so I put music behind and sound effects. I've had productions featured on the smashing pumpkins web page. The cool edit program lets you visualize words.  If you pop a p you can see it. We used it at the radio station to produce commercials. If there was a swear word in a song we could high light it and make it play the bad word play backward thus in audible.

 I was involved in an incident with Lenawee county animal control, Deputy David Borton on July 25. He took my dog who is my good best friend. He also was threatening to take my baby. Six days later I was arrested for assaulting a police officer. You know as well as I do if you assault an officer you go to jail. They don’t wait six days. State police were there as well and took my complaint of assault against deputy borton.  I foia requested the 911 call  because I know audio and with my computer I can separate a room full of noises. It was my intent to show what really happened. When I got the 911 request it’s obvious it’s been altered. It has a music bed roll placed on it. The properties on my cool edit pro program says there’s 16 possible splices in the call. It identifies the changes were made August 1^st the day I was arrested.  With my audio knowledge you would think I could easily have this case dismissed. During the incident deputy took my dog. He practically pic maneuvered me and my 15 month old baby with my dog in the back of the truck. He was threatening to take my baby as he raced toward me coming up my drive way. I don’t even know what he’s raging for. I called 911. The dispatcher put me on hold. I had my baby on my hip and the phone in my hand. I held the phone out and told the deputy what the dispatcher said to me “your gonna have to talk to my sergeant.” That’s when deputy borton smacked my phone in my hand. It took me six months to get my dog back. I had two court appointed attorneys’ quit me because I insisted we use the 911 call. And they insisted Judge shadler would not let that into the court room. Attorneys’ John Glazier and Erick kiaser are incompetent. I had to raise 3000.00 dollars to get a lawyer from out of town. When I retained him I told him my number 1 priority was to get Mr. Sparky wags back. I’m a roofer now and I bet Sparky and I have roofed 100 houses. He doesn't do anything. He just lays there and watches me. He always knows when it’s lunch time and when it’s time to go home. My daughter Zoe use to think Sparky only knew three words or phrases, Hot dog, outside and I Love you. Sparky listens better than most kids and having him taken from me was a crime. My paid attorney got my dog back if I would agree to plead guilty to the lesser charge of attempted obstruction. I did and got sentenced to probation 2800.00 in fines restitution and for the two paid court appointed attorneys that quit me.  Almost 6 thousand dollars and I’ve just been given a baby to take care of by myself. I wish I had been able to tell the judge that. I still have never gotten a child support check or even a pack of wipes from Gavin’s mom. Even when I was on unemployment Lenawee county friend of the court kept taking money from my checks even though I had the baby 24/7. Judge shadler says “get it together Mr. Clark”.  Can’t she see what the sheriffs and her have done is take my home. I recorded phone conversations with lieutenant Aungst and lieutenant ewald. I tell ewald “you guys are gonna be on  Nancy grace before this is done”. He laughs and says it won’t be the first time. Calls me back five minutes later and says “I want to give you the heads up this 911 tape has been altered”. “I don’t know why anyone would do this he said”. I replied “to make it look like something different happened than what really happened”. The lieutenant replied “ I can’t even argue with that. I’m looking at it.” Judge laura  told me “Michigan law lets her decide what happens to my dog” no matter what. So I dropped the 911 stuff and got my dog back. I still have all the recordings and finish probation next month. Sparky and I are back to work. Don’t have a place to live yet. Work is not the same without him. Glad he’s back. What should I do???? Or have done??
 Look at my video "a shower of rain". you'll see sparky gettin his teeth brushed and just laying around my job sites.

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who's on first? what's on second? where is safe?

 

The question now is where is safe?
The tragedy at Sandy Hook elementary school could leave doubt any where is safe.    In fact if you look back at the year 2012 shooters targeted malls, villains targeted movie theatres.
  Earth quakes, tsunami's even war has a little more understanding than these senseless killings.
  We try and prepare for tornadoes or fires to save lives. We have students running drills. Understanding evacuation plans and procedures. The question isn't who's on first? Or whats on second? The question now is where is safe? Where is our security blanket? Shouldn't we feel that our professionals our Judges, Sheriffs, police, council members and government officials don't they have it all under control?
 Have you been in a court building lately? They have guards and metal detectors at the door protecting their own security. Thursday March 13 the daily telegrams lead story "county ID policy stopped" it was stopped partly because three council members failed to show up for the vote. The telegram reports the biggest objection on the ID policy was from the prosecutors office over concern the badges could make their employees a target of violence. Their professionalism will lead to violence toward them? our public officials have their own security at interest. their own agenda. Weather it be a radicalized Citizen a disgruntled co worker or a crazy gamer what's the answer to the question?
 The question now isn't who's on first or what's on second? The question now is where is safe?

                                                                                                            Bob Jenkens

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                 Paul Harvey "if I were the devil".

Two of my poem's. "Ketchup" and "job related stress". I spent 17 hours doing the audio in the 60 second piece. The video is thrown together I'm a sound man. But consider every roof in the video I roofed by myself. Well me and my dog Sparky wags.

              Sparky at work pouring cement

A tear is a shower of rain

 
This is my test of the electronic publication system. Tests, if we can relate.
My words to your feelings. This is only my test. Pass it on.
four of my poems from my kindle books are featured. narrated by me mixed with
Smashing pumpkins music.  !

Early February maybe May. kindle direct

You might notice my videos are full of a bunch of roofs. My grandpa Danny was from Poland his last name is radjenski. He couldn't read but made up for it by having a great work ethic.
"Learn you a trade" he would say "something to fall back on". I'm afraid of heights but I some how ended up being really good at roofing. Mark Edwards from Irish hills construction swears I have mountain goat in my blood, But the best comparison I heard last year. From an old man who lived next door to the house I was roofing. He told me  "Your like a little kid on a great big pile of sand." "Thank you" I told him."You only appreciate it because you watched me do it all by myself." It was 100 degrees on the ground.  I left sparky home in the A/C a couple days. I bet we've roofed 100 houses together but he still don't do anything. He knows when it's lunch and when it's time to go home. I don't have to chain him up on a job. He stays right under me. Watching me. He's been on one or two roofs. I think he realizes the danger . I tell him "If I fall grab my phone and call for help."
  When I worked at the radio station. I didn't make enough money to depend on just my radio salary.
I had to go to work after work. And I know roofing So I talked on the air about certain jobs I was doing. It was a perk to the job. "Irish hills construction, Million builders, Walsh builders."  They wanted to hear their names on the radio so I gave mentions to whose roof I was doing. At the radio station they kept firing people. Tell me their job was my job now. pretty soon I didn't have time to roof on the side and radio didn't pay any more so I had to let it go. When the building trade collapsed work got thin.

 I started going to church right between 2006, 2007. Easter It was pre spring. like a February thaw when I wrote "Early February maybe May". I started writing it in early February. I grew in faith as birds came back. Trees and flowers bud and blossomed.With no title yet I finished it maybe May. Ever since then I have great hope for my opportunities in February.During March I hope maybe May. Maybe May I open up and flourish. After May I have to wait again until early February.

 "Learn you a trade to fall back on" I enjoy being on a roof. any one who has watched me will tell you "He sings and sh-t up there." Tries to sing I Belt.  Any way I don't know that any one but me hopes the weather will break and I'll get a chance to roof a house. Just me and my dog. (what happens in April?)

DAMIT

          "DAM IT"
No matter how bad it seems.
It could be worse.
Like when you cut yourself and
Don't bleed.
You just know "IT HURTS".
                      bob jenkens

Have you ever gashed yourself? Look at it so fast you see white meat?
Think for a second "at least it's not bleeding"? Then the gash fills in with blood you lift my hand and the blood runs down my arm dripping from my elbow. Damit!

I write in one of those black and white composition books.  Always use a pencil but never the eraser. I scribble circle things and start over allot. I wrote this while working at mix 102.5 in Adrian Mi. On one of those little sticky notes. It never had a title until I put it in my little black book.  
 This was just another test trying to get a link to my Author page at Amazon Author Central.
COMPUTER FRIENDLY is an oxymoron!

If you build it he will come... If you write it they will come???

If you believe the impossible, The incredible can come true. So says Kevin Costner in his 1988 film "Field Of Dreams". He sacrifices all financial stability tilling his crops under to build a baseball field with a miniature grandstand and a ghost baseball team that comes from the home run end of a corn field. Although he's threatened with foreclosure and loosing every thing he still risks every thing to still leave the farm to chase after a writer whose pulled from society and living in the city. He brings the writer back to the farm the "Field of Dreams". He never writes a story. Regardless people start showing up. I don't know how every one's gonna sit in that little grand stand.
  If you write it they will come!!! If you believe the impossible, the incredible can come true.
If you write it they will come... I haven't done any drastic measures to promote my kindle book "will write for food". I have put myself out there. I might have picked a better poem to be page one had I known it was going to be a sample of what was in the book. I put it first because that is the first poem I've ever written.
It didn't have a title for the longest time. Then I considered "WHY"  did I write this?



        "WHY"

I have no doubt in my mind
   Someday I will affect the lives
of many people in a positive way
   Someday my life will open up
and flourish
   That's why I survive.


I wrote this piece in southern Michigan prison. It was like 25 years ago. I was wanting to just die. Did you know it's hard to kill yourself even in prison. I knew God was using this experience to teach me something or maybe even to get me to write.  Still surviving anticipating a bloom.
I know Iv'e made a difference in a few peoples lives, I exspect the best is comming.

Pray! Run walk or Crawl just keep going...it's gotta go somewhere

When I was little and fell, I'd get back up it's natural. I may have cried. Maybe my mom ran over and  dusted me off or I just shook it off. I never considered staying down.  I never realized how getting back up would translate into starting all over at life weather it be a career change, an accident, a life threatening illness or even fallen into our Judicial System. I admire people that can put all their faith in God. People who's faith is so strong it's like nothing worries them. I'm not like that at all. Last Sunday I read liturgy at Mass at St Mary's. Father Paul wasn't feeling well (prayers 4 him) so Father Joe officiated. Father Joe's a younger man.. he'll thank me for saying that. He's great wears a beanie and rides a Harley. During father Joe's Homily he admitted he was a worrier. Says he worries all the time. How can this be? I see him Love his life running from one church to the other doing Mass in two different towns on Sunday. He gives most of his time to Sacred Heart in Hudson.
 I've spoke there to. Actually I was asked to talk on Pentecostal Saturday  about five years ago. Only I didn't realize the importance of this day. When we got there the church was absolutely packed.  And I volunteered to get up and read a play. I studied and prepared but I have issues with anxiety and just before things get started I'm always worried. Everything went fine when I did my reading I scanned the eyes in every pew. There was no body who wasn't listening to me. Turns up this Saturday event is a day for confession. Automatically I see an opportunity to confess to a Father I didn't know that didn't know me.. Am I wrong? I didn't want my church to know I've been in prison.
 I beat up on myself as I confessed to him.... I seem to have given up... I told him how I've been in prison. For a fist fight I got into when I was only 18 years old. I got out and went straight to the Specs Howard school of broadcast arts.
  I confessed I feel an importance in my life to prevent this from happening to other young people... I'm not sure how I expected a radio career to do this. (I talked to thousands of people.) I told him I use to feel important. I've planned and orchestrated food drives filling rental trucks with food. Food that was going to feed families that were gonna be hungry without it. I Spoke at school functions. Now I'm a dumb roofer.  ( I Love being on a roof but it's not glamorous.)  I remember his face golden hazel eyes and silver hair nodding toward the podium I had spoke from. "Why did you get up there and do that?" he asked referring to my reading.  Because they asked me to I replied.( there were about eight other readings that day). He told me I should be an actor or something. That he watched my eyes as I spoke to every single person in the church. He told me "Quit beating up on yourself If God wants you on the radio that's where you'll be".    He told me "Just Do what God Asks".

. I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed.  I'm not the guy without worries. I worry myself sick. I wish God would ask me to do something and give me an instruction booklet. I can follow directions so I use my free will to do what I think is right. I seem to always get knocked down. I've  started over so many times. I get back up. I don't mean to preach. It is Lent. A time to do something specific in regard to personal spiritual renewal. 
  I had Gavin handed to me by child protective service just months after. Father told me "do what God asks you to do". 

 I was emotional that day in just waiting to get to my confession station. I Knew I had a baby on the way from a relationship my church would not approve of. The Mother wanted to abort the baby and I was against it. Sometimes I wish I'd never met her but at the same time wonder where me and Gavin would be without each other. During her Pregnancy she would call me and demand money for  an abortion.  

 I write poems about things I don't know why. During this period I wrote "Pro Life". /pro-life.html

 I  guess I write the way I feel.

                                                   

Better get my Ash to Church!

I must of drove two hundred miles today. I know it would never work but to bad I couldn't write while I drove. Not like texting  and driving that's crazy. I'm just saying my mind can write 6 chapters I'd like to write. 20 minutes at 63 mph. Then there's a chapter break. 35 back this way behind a school bus stopping over and over. Wish I could record my thoughts.... wouldn't that be scary.
Today being Ash Wednesday Jesus and his disciples were headed into the Passover. Jesus knew his fate. God told him you will be given up so that all mans Sins may be forgiven. Jesus didn't run off he gave his self up..Peter Simon struck a guard and cut off his ear in the garden, Protecting Jesus. Jesus told him put his sword down.
And I think he put the dudes ear back on. I wish I had been there. I'm not an evangelist, I've only been going to church for about 8 years.   Today while I was driving I was thinking back to when I worked at the radio station Paczki's were a jelly donuts on fat Tuesday. I remember announcing on the air Something   about it being "Good Wednesday" and I called "Ash Friday". My listeners called me and corrected me. I felt dumb. better get my Ash to Church.. Oh ya almost forgot why I posted this... You don't need an invitation to go to Church. I attend St Mary's of the lakes "all are welcome".

Is Poor Catholic an oxymoron? Like having a real good head ache!

I didn't grow up with any religious up bringing.
I admire people that have all the trust in God. They give credit to any recognition in their life to their God.
My life is painted with Gods purpose for me. Even if I don't see. He Loves me just the same.
  Feeling I needed change in my life I quit waiting for someone to open me up to God. I Started going to a couple different local churches. I felt a belonging at St. Mary's. The Pastoral Coordinator was a woman with a beautiful high spirit God Bless you Jean. She walked me through RICA I went through rite of recognition and feel right at home. Just going to church does not entitle you to some basket of blessings. Of course I'm still thankful for my days and my opportunities.  I'm not a wealthy person. I have more time than money.
What I try to give to the church is my time. I don't like to see insecure people on ladders. So I can think of three Easters and Christmases that I decorated the church. I helped I did the high stuff.  I read liturgy during mass. My voice is a tool. Parishioners will tell me "I can't not listen to you". I Love being an Alter server and being right on the Alter while Father Paul does his Homily.  I've worked with Father Paul washing peoples feet just like Jesus did before the last supper. Three years I organized the Diocesan Service Appeal fund raiser. Though I had no substantial contribution to the fund I told my fellow parishioners you are my family so I need not feel bad to ask you for money. lol
  Wednesday Is Ash Wednesday and I haven't scribbled any Lenten plans. Their in my head along with this story I need to tell but don't no where to start. Today I started reading Scripture again. I've been raising this baby by myself and just getting him to not be crazy during mass is hard. I think if he starts seeing me talk he'll realize the importance.

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 I really needed someone to come to church with me to help me. I put an s.o.s out on my face book page. only 1 friend commented and she had obligations. It occurred to me. I don't preach to any of my friends.
I don't try to get my mom to come or my dad. People you would want to be saved.
 That's my Lenten plans. Everything for the Glory of God. I've been an in the closet Christian.
   I'll tell you right now you do not need an invitation to go to church. Peace be to you.

PRO LIFE

PRO LIFE


Which way is up?
  And which way is down?
Which way is Heaven?
 And which way is Hell?

Is the world really round?
 Or just flattened out,
       and turned upside down.

Maybe day time is night.
And night time is day.

Or ANY TIME is a life time.
Who's to say?


  Bob Jenkens

Grandpa Daniel Radjenski

I never really considered what my Grandpa Danny would have thought about my poems.
My close friends know I write poetry. I share what I'm writing. And they either enjoy it or do a good job faking.
I've seen my friend Kurt pick up my composition book. All written in pencil and read it from start
to end. Allot of projects in work. He watches how I change and edit.
 I would imagine Grandpa Danny could have pictured me on a roof. And taken pride that I took
his advise and learned a trade. With the personality I have. I had allot of fun on the radio working
with my listeners. I had an obligation to them. School closings, weather information, food drives,
Public service announcements but more importantly I wanted to make them smile. I had a woman who called me on more than one occasion and asked me "do you gotta be so happy"? "can't you just shut up and play music"? Have to do a special happy birthday break for her. I had an old dodge truck that use to break down every day. I use to open up my mic and talk about how I ran 2 consecutive 4 minute miles to get to work on time. But I laughed about it. One of my listeners donated a car to me. I hit more deer with that car then at hunting.
 Grandpa Danny couldn't read and I'm not to sure he would have let me just read something to him.
But even if he could read a little bit. He couldn't read it the way I wrote it. To get the emotion and feeling

I had when I wrote it. But if could have handed him a CD he would have listened to that..
At the radio station we produced our own commercials. We used a cool edit pro program that I got
pretty good at. I selected a few of my poems and I recite the poem and I put down a music track under
neath my reciting. This "shower of rain" is a nice piece.

Learn you a Trade my polish grandpa would say

Grandpa Danny ordered whoopers at burger chef. I didn't give it much consideration. When he took me to restaurants he didn't want a menu he just told the waitress what we wanted. That was impressive to me. It was always the same restaurant in napoleon just north of Brooklyn Michigan. He lived in Toledo and would stop at beautiful Clark lake to pick me up when he went to his cottage at wolf lake. We would get bait and go to the deli and buy macaroni salad, RC and Dr Pepper. Also boxes of little Debbie's cakes we called them little Dannie's. I don't know if he always drove so slow or if he did it so he could try and talk to me. But I remember him talking to the back of my head as I gazed out the window pretending not to hear him.
He told me "I'm certain your hearing me". He told me things weren't gonna come natural to me. That I needed to learn a trade to help me in life. something I could always count on  for money. He ran his own janitorial business cleaning offices in Toledo. And for a guy who couldn't read was pretty successful.
I didn't no yet that he couldn't read. Education he use to tell me. Experience experience live and learn you'll see. He was a polish immigrant and spoke polish fluently and he use to say something in polish first and I wouldn't understand then he would say it in English " you made your bed now you have to lie in it". Does he gotta drive so slow? "you think I'm getting on you" he'd tell me. "I'm just saying" Learn you a trade. something to fall back on. When we'd get to the cottage I would pick up the pieces of all the willow trees and we would mow the grass and we would fish. We cooked our suppers in a two room cabin on a gas grill I still have. "Eat eat" he would say. Were poor people we have to enjoy simple things. Grandpa Loved to eat.

 Learn you a trade grandpa said, I end up using roofing for my fall back work. I can roof a house by myself in a week and love doing it.
I worked for builder Mark Edward who swore I had goat in my blood when he saw me move around on a roof. I make it look easy Just this last summer a man who had been watching me roof a neighbors house came out to tell me I should have my name on a sign out front because he has never seen a roof look so good. I told him your only saying that because you can appreciate that I did it by myself. He agreed and told me I looked like a little kid playing on a great big pile of sand up there. I Love being on a roof.
 I wish Grandpa would of been around when I got through school and got a radio job. He use to love Paul Harvey. "that guy knows how to tell a story" he'd say. I could of prank called him. got him to speak polish on the radio. I don't know what happened to dreams in radio. I wish we could of drove through Loch Erin real slow as I pointed out to him.I roofed that house and that house. My dog sparky wages has roofed over 100 roofs with me.he's the best!

sparky is laying
 just over my ear

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Computer friendly

It's a hard drive like a police chase.

A real live rat race.

It's not a nightmare or a wireless dream.

not 1982 it's 2013.

I'm just a dumb builder or so it seems.

Computer friendlies an oxymoron to me.

A header goes over windows and doors

and a footer goes in the ground.

 It's the most important part

 That the foundation is built on.

And I can build a house in my dreams.

So why can't some computer guy write a program for me?

One that can cut copy and paste

all of my dreams.

Make a dvd copy of 2013.

(Computer friendly pajamas and soft ware dreams)

Bob Jenkens

you mean i'm gonna stay this color? (Steve Martian) the jerk!

"I was born a poor black child". That's an opening quote Steve Martin makes, In the 1979 movie the jerk. In the movie he's been adopted by a poor African American family and grows to adult hood naively unaware of his obvious adoption. He don't realize the difference in skin color compared to the rest of the family. And his brothers tease him because of his utter lack of rhythm while they set out on the porch playing blues music. One night he hears a orchestra song on the radio and his feet begin to move with an urge to dance. He sees this as a calling and leaves his family to discover his purpose in life. After he hikes from home he finds employment and a place to stay by taking a  job at a gas station. After a period there the new phone books come out. Steve Martins at his best jumping up and down thrilled to death to find he's listed in the local phone book, and his name is in print for the first time. "The new phone books are here the new phone books are here".
 I'm gonna be that way myself. First time I'm in print. I'm not adopted but I was naively unaware my adult hood could be so greatly affected by a child hood that I couldn't understand. I don't know if there was a missed diagnosis and I had Learning disabilities. Or if I just didn't care to learn. I can remember my fourth grade teacher Mrs Robolde sitting me in a chair while all the other kids left for recess. She didn't scold me in an abrasive way ans told me "you are gonna have to learn to read." 

 When did I start writing? or have I yet? Writing is how I vent. I can't write elaborate stories with fictional character's.
I just scribble my feelings down on paper. Sometimes I can write it and you couldn't have said it any better having felt it yourself. The first piece I wrote was in prison in Jackson Michigan. so was the second, third, fourth. It was during the Governor  Engler administration when they were still trying to rehabilitate convicts. Jackson community collage offered classes. well now I was a little more eager to learn. I took a full load every semester and carried a 3.47. Course I had to drop algebra. A real learning experience  let me tell you. My first night in Jackson I seen a guy get stabbed 17 times over a two dollar crape game. I Don't roll dice. I seen people literally loose their sanity and need to be restrained and hauled off. Only to come back weeks later drugged up so bad they couldn't defend themselves. Speaking of coming back I did enough time to see prisoners come and go and come back and go again. I'm not bragging. How many guys were writing poetry? I didn't let them know I did. But I'd show it to them now.. I wonder how many of those guys are still there? Some of them were doing double natural lives. Before I was released from  prison I applied to the Specs Howard school of broadcast arts and was accepted. I wanted to pursue a career in radio because I somehow thought I could share my experience and prevent a younger generation from learning the way I did. from not wanting to learn to read or learn in general.
My grandpa use to say "never be afraid to let someone learn you something". "Things aren't going to come natural to you." 
That's what he told me. I had to find out for myself somethings wrong with me... That's all I can say about that.
That's me with my pants down. All I need is this chair and this paddle ball thing..... and maybe someone to see... me for who I am. 
    

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