the world

Things aren't always what they seem
What appeared to be leaves
Blowing up.
And then falling from the sky.
Actually was a whole flock of birds
Becoming unable to fly.

But try and tell people something's wrong.

Bob jenkens

Bless id b the poor?

I started attending church at Saint Mary’s at the lakes about 10 years ago. I went through RICA and converted to Catholicism. I volunteered at the church all the time. I don’t have a lot of money and it was my way to give to the church. I really enjoyed reading scripture on Sundays and also being a alter server. I raised our churches requirements for the diocesan service appeal three years in a row. I shoveled snow off the roof decorated the church at Christmas and Easter the list goes on and on. I participated in the share the warmth campaign at the Salvation Army. Though I was right next to homeless myself I would buy stuff to make breakfast for the 16 residence at the shelter that night. Stay awake all night with one other volunteer. Then go and prepare breakfast for them in the morning.
It’s been four years ago. I was getting ready to go to the shelter for the night when a woman called me. She said her name was Irene Poole from the knights of Columbus in Irish hills. She told me she was suppose to work as a volunteer with me at the shelter but she was having car trouble and wanted to know would I be alright by myself. I told her yes but having some mechanical skills I asked if I could come and give her a jump or help her start her car. She confessed to me that her car was only low on gas and she didn't have money. I asked her did she want me to come get her. All I have to do is make a circle drive out of the trip. Ok she said. It’s not easy staying awake all night. Irene reminds me of a grandmother. Full of valuable advice we spent the night talking. I broke out my poems on her. My S.O.S poem was her favorite. In speaking with Irene I found out she had volunteered to stay at the shelter every night for like a whole week I was impressed. “Truthfully” she confessed to me… "I came for the food". we got supper earlier, cooked by other volunteers that were leaving when we got here. And you brought the fixings for breakfast in the morning. Plus she said tomorrows Tuesday they have a pantry you can get two boxes of food and vegetables and since we’re here volunteering they will let us be first in line. I told her seems like I’m supposed to be somewhere else. You haven’t really slept your groggy jet lagged feeling. I drove but I’ll wait till the pantry opens and get some food for you Irene we’ll get you 4 boxes. I hated so bad to see Irene (someone’s grandma) in so much need. I hate it even today I don’t have money to help someone like Irene or myself even. The irony Turns up I had a court date…that morning. I don’t know how you forget an eviction hearing. I’m the guy who stops to help a distressed motorist even when I have some place to be. Maybe someday I’ll figure out how to help myself. 
I hate poor people!
I've never eaten or ate a poor person but I sure know what it tastes like.
From my kindle book "what colors humanity" third page “poor people for breakfast”. Available at Amazon.com it's one of three books I've published.
They are poems inspired by my life.
I have a hard time writing a story. These poems are my story.
Bob Jenkens

were all dieing

Living longer is not living better
And living better is not living longer
But yesterday I quit and still woke up today.
I'll wake up again tomorrow
Even though I'm afraid
Of living longer and not better.







Bob jenkens

Paper doll blood@my ink.com

Smell me bleed kool aid dreams

cut
out
of a piece of paper
I am
No ones paper doll
Cut up in pices
From a paper cut
I am torn
my flesh barely open
My mind pounds the shore
like salt in an open wound
I only sting and deserve more
A mirage in the desert
A miricle is in the air
I am cut and torn
Not real
I am just lifes paper doll

Bob Jenkens

It's my birthday it's my birthday

When I did the morning show on 102.5 Wmxe in Adrian Michigan I made a lot of birthday wishes that were called in from friends and families of other listener’s. “ Happy happy birthday” and then run down my list of names and age of people celebrating their birthday. Tell people who they shared their birthday with also this day in history was sometimes coincidentally entertaining. Listeners would call in birthday requests providing I had it I would play it. On my birthday I would play my own request tell everyone “this is for my own personal consumption.” Of course I would be playing Smashing Pumpkins for me. Wmxe was a best hits best variety format the smashing pumpkins weren’t on the log Except for one song 1979. I would always play something different like Disarm the phone lines would go absolutely crazy for an hour… were off the log….. I’m listening to some smashing pumpkins music this morning.. It’s my birthday it’s my birthday.

Do i have to die before you see? Its me!

What's right?
What's wrong?
What's changed or not the same?
Why do I feel?
I need to kill?
Hang myself on a cross at the capital
The beginning of the end for me
But then you'll see....
What's write?
What's wrong?
What's changed
Or not the same?


Bob jenkens

Mr President can I tell you something?http://fbgfgc.blogspot.com/2016/07/no-shoes-no-shirt-no-service.html?m=1

Humanity (believe you me:-)

Quite simply put
People need to believe
What ever they need
To be at peace
With themselves
To save this planet
from our own selfish greed.
No hate believing
Peace could be
Believing in you
And believing in me.

Bob Jenkens

my-disclaimer.html

My disclaimer Thanks be to God

I don't claim to be smart
What I know is what I've learned
What I say
Is subject to change
As long as I continue
To learn.
Don't quote me
As I continue to see
Life
In it's reality.

Thanks be to God.

P.s where are "the smart people?"

Of True Love..

I'm not the type
To fall
Head over heals
In Love.
Not because
I don't try
To love
To touch
To forgive
To understand
But because
I'm skeptical
Of true love...

Bob jenkens

sun up

"Sun up". It's what Gavin says. He thinks when the suns up you can't sleep.
Now that he's started school he don't want to get up in the morning.
He says "suns not up". Gets up and shuts the light back off when you turn them on to wake him up.
After I dropped him off at the baby sitter to be picked up by the school bus the sun was just
coming up through my cracked windshield fog setting in the tree tops. sparky sitting next to me chilling.
Were headed to north Adams to sling some plywood on the roof.

Humility

Practicing my humility today.
The people (rich people) that took my home showed up on the job today.
Drove a million dollar crane onto the job. I drove my 93 chevy s-10 in this morning. Don't get me wrong I love my truck. It's saved my butt.
walking a wall setting trusses. Working hard minding my business. A couple of the somerset guys and I have had issues.
It's not easy to be bullied out of your house. I'm at bundy hill restaurant for lunch I took pictures my breakfast burrito is here. I'll add pictures after work.
At bundy hill on U.S 12

What colors Humanity? Published 1-27-2015 / Pope Francis hashtag?

Every day


People are in danger!
“Every Day”
People are Hungry!
“Every Day”
People are dying
In some kind of way
UN necessarily!
“Every Day”
Some are homeless
Some are rich
For some it’s sickness
For some it’s a bitch!
I look right at it and wonder why?
It has to be this way?
Why are there those who prosper?
And those who suffer?
“Every Day”
Why is there no happy medium?
Why does it have to remain this way?
“Every Day”
Bob Jenkens




I did Drywall work for St Mary's church at the lakes (Which I was attending). one of the office's belonged to Father Joseph Krupp.
Father Joe called me one day from out of no where asked me to do the work. I shared stories with him while I spent several weeks there. I enjoyed having lunch with the Father listened to his stories. Examining them to try and figure out why I've been asked to do this.
Thinking back to when I had ben asked to take part in a play at Sacred heart church in Hudson Michigan. I did well at maintaining eye contact with the whole congregation. After word at confession I confessed to the Father that I felt guilty. "I use to do a morning show on a radio station. I use to do food drives and fill rental trucks with food for shelters". I was in the public eye and I felt it was my purpose in life to help poor people. "I'm a poor person (I told the father) now it's like I'm just hiding working as a roofer". Why did you get up there and read? he asked me. Because they asked me to I replied. He told me if God wanted me on the radio I would be on the radio. He instructed me Just do what God asks you to do. When Father Joe called and asked me to do some work at the church It's like it was God directly asking me. Of course I said yes. Between primer coats and paint in Father Joe's office I wrote...

The sign of the cross

Square pegs don't turn
prayers hope and faith
into round about dreams
Hold true on to you
The Father Son and Holy Spirit




I wonder if it's bled through the paint.

Gavins first day of preschool today

No call from the school yet..lol
Gavin was excited to start school today.
He woke up at six a.m ready to go.
Put his shoes on while he was still in his underwear.
Wants to ride the bus...

Having lunch at steaks eatery Jackson Michigan.

monarch butterfly just past me

Maybe my life's moving to slow.
I've been past by two monarch butterflies
In two days.
Yesterday and today....
Driving down a dirt road
Real slow yesterday.
And got past quickly
By a monarch butterfly.
Did you see that?
I asked Gavin
"we just got past by a butterfly".
Hasn't been 24 hours
Driving the sky track
I just got past
By another butterfly.

Maybe my life's moving slow...
Maybe it's time to crack this cocoon
Take off flying...


Bob Jenkins

I wrote this on my lunch break.
After lunch a butterfly landed
on my tool belt. Hmm

The Write Way: PRO LIFE

The Write Way: 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...

What colors Racism?

 
How do you spell Panellipi?
Is it with two l's
and two beautiful brown eyes?
Panellipi's not a real 
she's a fairy tale
with olive skin

Still
subject to racism
the sweetest little voice
"You have to write this story for me "
but your beautiful panellipie
like a double rainbow
"You don't know" panellipi says
"what it’s like to have brown skin
or this way that I talk

People look down on me."

"You are a humanitarian

you must write you for me".
How do I spell
Penelope

I'm a roofer

Penelope
i do have brown skin
a poor person
painted by the sun.
Under hard labor

Still

subject to racism
I do know
what it’s like
to be looked down on.
Even from a roof top
when I shine up
people still look down

on me
to extinguish my eminent glow.

Bob Jenkens

With no internet capabilities I had to get on line using Wi-Fi @ McDonalds. I used the East Michigan dd donalds in Jackson Michigan because it came with a play land. Raising a four year old boy on my own the distraction of play land Gave me a minute to log into kindle direct publishing to update my kindle books, work on my author page at Amazon.com or post a blog on my blogger page. My son Gavin is on the cover of my kindle book “will write for food” first published in December of 2013 it was a desperation shot at survival.
  Today Gavin is playing with a young girl. 

I wasn’t sure who she was there with. 

The woman next to me was with a boy they were working on his school work. I heard her tell him at one point “I let you bring a friend with you, do your work so you can go play”. His friend is the girl Gavin is playing with. Emotionally I hear the boy tell her “reading is stupid”! With  Anxiety eating at the boy she would take him outside walking around the building talking him down. As I sat inside and they past I couldn’t help but watch her. She wore a sweater like a skirt, a belt high up on her hips highlighting her thin waist.

She had long dark hair and Olive skin. She wore some little fashionable boots with heals. She was simply beautiful! When they came back inside she told him I’ll go get some ice cream then we’ll do your work.
I was hesitant to do it but when she left I took my lab top to where the boy sat. I said to him “maybe I have no room to say but reading is important”. I had my kindle direct page up. I’ve published three books at Amazon.com. And I never wanted to read. My dad can’t read my grandpa couldn’t read why. Why do I need to know? “That’s what I always thought”. I told him a story of when I was in the fourth grade Mrs Robolds class. She released the class for recess she told me to stay sat me on a chair and told me “you are going to have to learn to read”. Shouldn’t a fourth grader be reading? I told the boy I was late to learn a lot of things. Can’t you see what’s important to your mom? She returned to see me talking to her son. I explained to her I have three books at Amazon.com. I explained to her they are just poems. I opened my books up and I let her read. Not from Amazon.com but from my book shelf at Kindle direct publishing. 

 She read from “what color’s humanity” as she read I shared my life inspiration that inspired the piece.  I explained to her I am just a poor white man and single dad. My life hasn’t been easy. I’ve had things happen to me in my life that made me question if there is a God. Those instances steered me in my life and as painful as they were for me then I see them now playing out in my life. She began questioning me. "Why are you raising a baby by yourself? Where is his mom? He didn’t come with a mom I told her. She wanted to abort him. I was inspired to write a poem called  Prolife "I showed her the cover to my will write for food kindle book. That’s Gavin on the cover. She reads more, wants to know what inspired me to write each piece…. “It’s my struggles” I told her that’s what I write about. I told her I don’t know too much about racism that I feel discriminated against every day for being a single dad. I wouldn’t call it arguing but she disagreed with me. She told me “you don’t know what it’s like to have brown skin or this way that I talk people look down on me”. But you’re beautiful I told her. I went back to my child hood how I had been bullied. My whole life for being small I told her Gavin and I are homeless that I feel we’ve been bullied homeless pushed from our home by judges, department of social services even Lenawee county sheriffs bullied us.. Why? For being poor.  I do know what it’s like to be looked down on and I explained to her how my struggles translate into a poem. Again she told me as she grabbed me by my shoulders “you are a Humanitarian, I cannot even believe you are in front of me! "you have to write you" she told me. "This is what you have lived for this is you.” We must have spent four hours talking She asked me to write something for her. She said Write it for the poor people Scott this is you. After four hours as strangers we knew each other but I never asked her name. I asked her name as she left she told me "Penelope".

 I wrote this for her… she asked me to. She raised the question to me. What color is racism?

What colors racism?
How do you spell Panellipi?
Is it with two l's
and two beautiful brown eyes?
Panellipi's not a real name
she's a fairy tale
with olive skin
subject to racism
the sweetest little voice
"You have to write this story for me "
but your beautiful panellipie
like a double rainbow
"You don't know" panellipi says
what it’s like to have brown skin
or this way that I talk.
You are a humanitarian
you must write this for me.
How do I spell
Penelope

I'm a roofer

Penelope
i do have brown skin
a poor person
painted by the sun.
Under hard labor 

Still

Subject to racism
I do know
what it’s like
to be looked down on.
Even from a roof top
when I shine up
people still look down

On me
to extinguish my eminent glow.

Bob Jenkens

/it-dont-pay-to-be-homeless-less-than.html

The Wizard

Be thankful for what?
And think about what?
My mind draws a blank
when I think that I thanked
someone I loved but now I don't trust.
If you know what I'm saying you think like a wizard
or maybe you too are up in the night
tired but restless playing with words
What was it I dreamt that won't let me sleep?
Maybe it wasn't a dream but a piece of this life
that comes haunting my dreams in the middle of the night.
Dreams are pure freedom all that exists.
Not even a wizards mind would try and resists.
You can glide through a life in a wink in a dream.
That life would be perfect because your free
in your dreams.
It's when this life that we live the one we dream to escape.
sneaks into our dreams and seems to some how
destroy even the most perfect dream.
Because dreams are so sweet
and life is like sweat.
it's the taste of the sweat that ruins our dream.
Of that life that wish to exists beyond dreams.
It's this bead of sweat that wakes us at night
moistens are forehead and says
"This is Life!"


I can't sleep this morning. Dreamt about losing my house again. Maybe some day I get another house. Or just die...
Maybe.....

Bob Jenkens

Rappleye farm Hanover Michigan/stage 2

At the Backwoods for lunch. Not going to be slinging plywood Friday.
Maybe swing some trusses.. My dogs amazing! If you know us post a comment.
Reader participation is always encouraged.

Rappleye farms, Hanover Mich

Sparky was glad to start the job. 

He insists 

if we bust our asses 

we can be Slinging plywood by Friday. 

60x80x16. Pole barn

Yeah right sparky

Who never does anything

But he's always watching

He knows when it's lunch

And time to go home.

Best of all he won't let anyone

Sneak up on the job.

And sometimes the building inspector

Is affraid to get out.

t he won't let anyone sneak up on you while your working.

will write for food the movie

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.

bob Jenkens


I carried this piece with no title for
the longest time. It might well be the first piece I wrote.
I wrote it at a rock bottom point in my life.
One day I considered "why" did I write this?
Another why day today....Just rimmed my spare tire to death.
Second flat in two days. On my way to a roof job couldn't leave all my tools.
No work no tire.even still I have no doubt in my mind I will affect the lives of many people in a positive way.
This is God. Backing me into a corner.
I'm only hiding on a roof
in plain sight
It's about time
to get down and fight! :-)



don't -stay-down Get back up to the battle ground

poor-people-for-breakfast.html (on a rotisserie)    

Don't stay down

To the end we'll always fight.
For better life we know is write.
If the battles lost
we must retreat
It's just a battle not defeat.
Heal our minds and change our signs.
At any cost we can't feel lost.
They will feel safe...
Let their gaurds down
Then we'll come up from underground.
To see the end
we can't stay down
get back up
To the battle ground!

bob jenkenshttp://fbgfgc.blogspot.com/2015/10/my-disclaimer.html

Sigh of relief

Sometimes I smile
then I just sigh
Sometimes I search
for a smile.
But only find a frown.
Then I just sigh
and try not to cry.
Because tomarrow I'll smile
if just for a while
Till worry takes my smile away.









There's very little relief in sight.

Bob Jenkens

Worth dieing for?

Nothing I write....
Is worth dieing for.
Is it worth....
living for?

Truth of the matter is!

You don't even realize what you've actually found!
Discarded from sour relationships and lay in dead silence.
Waiting to be nudged and awakened
In one morning...
Am I deserving
To be in bloom?
Moistened by morning dew
I Am Alive
"Aren't I"?


Bob Jenkens

Destiny

I've become scared to realize.
Whats happened to me?
Where I go
I only think I choose
no matter what I do
win or loose Im tierd
but this is my path
ours just crossed
with the memories I drag
I anticipate what I'll see at the end
With real eyes
I begin to realize
things happening for me
This path no matter how hard
is my life
My destiny don't just lie at the end
It is the people I meet
the journey along the way.
Destiny glad you seen me.
bob jenkens

emergency

Omg It was only by the grace of God I didn't go to the emergency room just now.I
was on a metal roof in Dewitt .
And it started to sprinkle. My feet came out from under me.
I landed upside down on my back.
sliding down the roof like I was on that giant slide at cedar point. faster and faster
I got turned around and was thinking land on your feet. I got right to the edge I seen I was gonna land on some rocks.
just then I hit a dry spot because of the tree next to the building. My skin squeeked and I stopped. ben tried to cath me as I slid past him. It was only by the gra e of God I'm not broke up. I did tweek my back and rib cage. but like raven samone says I'm ok.
I need a radio job. less risky.

It don't pay to be homeless. Less than minimum wage.

It doesn’t pay to be homeless less than minimum wage. I have a hard time writing a story. This is a true story about Lenawee county taking a baby from his mother giving him to me with little assistance in fact they were still taking child support out of my unemployment checks when I was taking care of Gavin. I forgot to bring that up to Judge Laura shadier at my eviction hearing last year. She scolded me “Mr. Clark single woman raise children by themselves all the time.” I told her I know they do. I commend all single moms. It’s not easy.
  Barb Nelson the trailer park *!#$* told the judge she wanted to add two hundred dollars on what I owed because she hadn’t been charging rent for my dog. Mr. Clark Judge Laura said." I took your dog from you your not suppose to have a dog". “You’re wrong your honor that’s not why we’re here today” I replied “but since you did bring it up your honor let’s talk about the 911 call that this court fabricated against me”. It’s all recorded and in court documents. I was threatened with being held in contempt of court. Judge Laura now has to say something on the record. She made her ruling about my animal with the evidence she had been presented. The thing is they wouldn’t let me submit any evidence. I took the edited 911 call to the prosecutor I told him this is criminal he said there’s a conflict in interest that I can’t say that. I wrote a letter to the attorney general Bill Shutte they respond  and tell me to file a complaint with the sheriffs. I made the complaint and I told the deputies at the front desk “tell the sheriff give me my dog back and I won’t file this”. I still had to pay for his boarding for the past 5 months and ended up on probation for assault on a police officer all in all cost me about 7 thousand dollars. What was I suppose to do? I had two court appointed attorneys quit me. Erick Kaiser and john t glazier. I have a recorded 911 call edited by the Lenawee county sheriffs. I held a 15 month old baby while Deputy David borton smacked my hand in an attempt to knock my phone out. Think about it they didn't arrest me for six days. assaulting a police officer?Really? No after they edited the 911 call August the sixth at 11:10:42 was the crime fabricated down to the second. I can’t say that I’m told. The 911 call can’t be played in court. I am a communications major with a degree from the Specs Howard School of broadcast arts. I’ve worked in radio as a news director at Q95 country also a program director and morning show personality on mix 102.5. I’ve produced audio clips of my poetry on top of smashing pumpkins music and had the pieces featured at the pumpkins.net web page. I can prove everything I say. My dogs right at my feet right now. I’m trying to write a piece about being homeless. I’ve been homeless for over a year now. I live with my dad were not under a bridge I have considered moving into a homeless shelter. I work building and roofing. I take sparky to work with me. I just can’t seem to climb out of this hole. I ran into a woman at play land on east Michigan in Jackson named Penelope. I bet we spent four hours talking. Penelope is the one that got me to write this. “You are a humanitarian” Penelope said to me. “I can’t believe your even right in front of me.” “This is really you”. You have to write “you” she said and she asked me to write something for her. “You don’t know what it’s like to have brown skin” she said to me. That night I wrote “what colors racism?What colors racism?
https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00IYQZX90 Bob Jenkens Kindle direct author page.

  ”Poems are pieces of anxiety love expectations and dreams. Being homeless is embarrassing. I published three kindle books in an attempt at my dreams. What drove me into homeless you’re not going to believe? While it was happening I questioned God. I’m doing the write thing here God. Why do I feel you’re not with me? I was already laid off and struggling when I received a call from Lance Cadmus from Lenawee county child protective services. He asked did I know a Christina Benton. Yes I told him. Well she has a baby three months old and we need to determine who the father is. After a few minutes I asked him if the baby was in some sort of danger he said no. I took a dna test. And Gavin Wayne Benton is my son. I’m not going to pretend she never told me she was pregnant. She would call me every month asking me for six hundred dollars so she could have an abortion. I wouldn’t give her the money. I wrote a poem inspired by this called “Pro Life”pro-life.html.
 I couldn’t figure out why she never came around if she was pregnant with my baby. I didn’t get to name him see her belly grow. But now that he’s here so I told her my life was a wreck but I would like to make a go at this together. She confessed she was living with her mom and life needed mended as well. I asked her to move in with me. She told me she would she also told me she developed a life threatening illness during her pregnancy and this required her to go to Jackson every day for blood work. Now I feel really bad I wasn’t there for her. I’ve heard woman can develop diabetes during pregnancy. It must have been hard on her. I went down to Morenci and picked them up and brought them home. First thing the next day I drove her to a house on Lansing Ave in Jackson. A line of people going into the house at eight in the morning. I’m a poor person it wasn’t hard to identify these people are poor zombies. After about a week I called Chrissy out. This is not a hospital where am I bringing you? “It’s a methadone clinic.” She told me. What’s methadone? She told me she was taking oxy cotton during her pregnancy and she got put on methadone so she could stop. Now she’s addicted to the methadone and can’t stop taking it or she might die. There were days I couldn’t take her to the clinic child protective service would take her. Or she would have one of four different men take her. Friends that care more about her she told me. Well I don’t want any part of this. Gavin is mine let’s have a joint custody. I took Chrissy back to her moms and Gavin stayed with me. I kept him for a week straight. I took him back to Chrissies to drop him off to be with her for a week. She’s nodding out can’t stay awake house is a wreck cigarette burns in the carpet, tobacco all over the floor. I can’t leave him here. Look at her what’s wrong? It’s my medicine she told me. It’s not medicine I told her “It’s dope”. She lay on my couch sometimes I checked to see if she was still breathing. We have to get you off this stuff. “I’ll die” she told me. When it was my week to watch Gavin I took her home. She would drive by on her way to the clinic have one of these other guys that cared about her taking her up there. After about two months of that I called Courtney Villarreal from child protective services. I’m taking care of this baby I need some help. We have to leave the baby in Chrissies name to pay for her medicine. And I’m still paying child support. Please Get them to quit taking my unemployment I asked. You have to do that. I told Courtney you guys have this woman a wreck on this methadone. She told me that Christina had a court date next week and she thought I should be there. I took Christina there and before the hearing they gave me a piece of paper with all the allegations against her. Gavin tested positive for a drug that’s in heroin when he was born was at the top of the list. There were 28 allegations against her. Failing drug test from the methadone clinic. I felt like I had been kicked right in the balls. I went to my church and sat with our pastoral coordinator Jean Schaub. I would have never messed with this woman had I known she was a heroin addict.herion.html  They took Gavin from his mom that day and gave him to me. They still kept his Medicaid in her name to pay for her medicine. In fact they were giving her gas money to drive to Jackson to pick it up 28.60 dollars a day. She never gave me anything for taking her. Wonder what she gave those other guys? They started making me bring Gavin to the department of human services for visits. They would use it to hold sobriety over her head. If she couldn’t pass a test she didn’t show up and Kathy Onsted told me I would have to reschedule. Christina is showing up to visits and she has obvious signs of using intravenous drugs on her. I can’t see why this has to continue. I told Courtney Villarreal. She assured me relapse was part of recovery and it was alright for Chrissie to do heroin as long as she didn’t have the baby. She suggested to me that I needed substance abuse counseling so I could better understand Christina addictions. Are case worker was changed to Erica Hogget. Erica was not so sympathetic with Chrissie. Chrissie was not showing up for her substance abuse counselors and she was still failing the drug test they were giving her at the visits. Now they put Gavin’s Medicaid in my name. I get something of chrissys in the mail Medicaid related. It’s a copy of what they have been paying her for gas money to get to the clinic $28.60 a day six days a week. I showed that to my case worker she suggest to me to go down stairs and ask them what this 28.60 was for because I thought there was some welfare fraud going on. They assured me it was ok this was a charge to have a nurse check on the baby every day. I got mad I told them I knew what this was for I have the baby, that I couldn’t believe you grown professional people could lie to me like that. I asked for Gavin’s birthing records I want to see what’s happened to this baby. I was denied that. Things don’t add up. They put her on methadone January 22 Gavin was born April 19. She was six months pregnant and doing heroin? So you put her on this and she still testing dirty still using? So why give her methadone? Couldn’t even trust her with a week’s supply that’s why she had to go every day. So I was more apt to become a grandpa than a dad but I stepped up. It was about two days after I questioned DHS when they took my dog. Right now in the news our criminal system is painted as racism. Everyone knows it’s no secret if you have a expensive lawyer you’re better off in our Justice system. Do we have any poor people working in the system? Our system beats and eats poor people.poor-people-for-breakfast.html  What’s happened to me was not justice it’s just us against them. Rich people against poor people. How do we fight? We WRITE! I can’t help but feel like I’ve been bullied into homeless. Bullied by sheriffs Jack Welch, prosecutor castle bury, judge Laura shadier Child protective services and dhs.
Gavin’s on the cover of “will write for food”. Sparky wags are on the cover of “what colors humanity”. Were looking for about four good people who want to help us. Share this ok-ok.html
I have procrastinated doing this. Trying to work my way out. Penelope was an angel. I told her I’m afraid they’ll take my dog or my baby. “Look at what you write this is your purpose for everything you have to do this for the poor people”. Chrissie says the stuff I write is stupid.
There’s still a bunch coming. Gavin wants to go to McDonalds. We’ll be back.

I worked as a roofer to support my radio job.

I’d like to believe I had thousands of listeners. With mix 102.5s broadcast capability maybe tens of thousands of listeners. The radio job didn’t pay enough to count on it. So I roofed houses after work. I’d joke on air sign off saying “I have to go to work now to support my radio habit”. I drove an old dodge truck with a slant six. Used my shoe lace one time to make a linkage for a throttle cable fix other times it sat next to the road as I scurried into the automated radio station Whitney Houston singing the national anthem fired at 6 a.m after that would be dead air without live personality taking over.Whitney would be singing as I entered the building. I would Start my show saying “I had to run two consecutive four minute miles to get here this morning”. Shaking my mouse with one hand and bringing up the weather with the other. Looking at the phone lines lit up where’s my music log. First block of music that I ran every morning I called “the boss is still in bed block” we were best hits best variety this block was for the third shifters. Smashing pumpkins were the easiest for me to find. I had my pumpkins in the stations computer. I’d joke with my friends if you ever hear the station playing consistent Smashing Pumpkins music I’ve quit and I’m on my way home. It was an automated station and I was it. Program director, mourning show host, fights with the sales people about talent fees when I could be on a roof on Saturday making money. Yep some Pumpkins and go home.. I wrote this poem at the radio station… called “Job related stress” I mixed it with smashing pumpkins in the arms of sleep. I spent 17 hours making the 29 second piece. Writing it may have taken weeks.

(Video comming)

(I added a link to the video)

Job related stress

I sometimes wish that I were in a battle.
With loud banging gunfire around me.
Fighting with all my heart for some purpose
To expose and save my life.
Explosions echoing,
Through trees and over hills.
Wanting to attack the action,
Seems to be in the next gorge.

Ravishing through thick brush and then
Bellies down sliding down the gorge.
To find empty shells.
And again echoing gunfire from over the hills.
Only louder this time.
My heart pounds to the consistent banging,
Bang, bang, bang!
Sitting up in pure sweat clutching the alarm
Clock in both hands.

No use for the snooze button today.
Its back to the battle.


Bob Jenkens

y so sad? revised

Answer me
why do i feel so sad?
Because I lost something?
I never really had.
or because I was reminded
of what I had
Let go!
Or because I found that...
That what I had...
I lost...
Who knows?
Bob Jenkens
I write in a 75 cent compisition book.. its neat to see s poem blossom.... inspired by life..

"rain never stops" video bob jenkens

Bob Jenkens

My words and cause flow

Across the paper

Like an epidemic

Pandemonium

       A tsunami

Of truth. 

cement in Dewitt/with pictures and a poem

Get my work out in today.
If I could work my brain
like my body?

Id get a brain tan :-)
Concrete at 10,
Lets go lets go

Mulch

Why doesn't  my brain just fix my life?

like my body does when I get cut or a cold.

why dosn't my brain fix everything?

It would if it were a physical act it could tell my body to do.

Although it seems more of an act of breaks and sticks

Which I always get the short end of.

    Bob Jenkens

I use to do a radio job on mix 102.5 in adrian michigan. I would tell my listners all the time "listener participation is always encouraged."
I love to share the things I write with people. I've watched on this blog and seen it take hits from the otherside of the world. Poems I write are inspired by my everyday living. I've been working on a piece about building a bridge of paper and trees. There's peace to be had. can you imagine the anxiety of being a humanitarian trapped in a construction guys body. lol I'd just like to ask someone participate with me... You will be the first people to open a great big can of worms. Share my stuff like you were trying to save the world. Bob Jenkens for President.