cameras are everywhere! But not in a hospital?

I sure would like to know what happened to my dad at Henry ford allegiance hospital.
At 10 p.m when I left him we talked about him coming home Monday.
In the morning I get a call from my sister she says dad went into shock we need to get to the hospital.
When I get to dads room I expect to find him unconscious. Instead I find him being pinned in his bed by a female nurse. Shes conveniently sitting in a chair holding the food table (with the wheels, for a patient to eat off of) and she has my dad pinned in his hospital bed. He's combative she says .
"Their trying to kill me " that's what Dad said. It's only been twelve hours since I left my Dad and he looks like he's  aged 10 years. What has happened?

 We have cameras every where to catch people going through red lights. In stores and court rooms in alleys behind bars we have cameras on our Police and at the end of our drive ways.
Why don't they have cameras in hospitals?

They have telemetry telling his heart rate, oxygen percentage and blood pressure. each room has state of the art technology.......
I sure would like to know how it came to this woman holding my dad(who just suffered a massive heart attack) against his hospital bed,
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I don't know what's what or who's who
but I wish you could see it as I clearly do.

Things aren't always what they seem
what appeared to be leaves blowing up
and then falling from the sky
was actually a whole flock of birds
becoming unable to fly
but try and tell someone....

somethings wrong!

Today's top stories. (the worlds not real) Reality check "sigh of relief"

Hospitals aren't saving people
news guys aren't telling the truth
our churches pass the baskets
and watch as they operate
in Gods name
the call to order
poison water
commission our leaders
Life is a ponzi scheme
all our government workers
live off the sweat from the poor




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Damit! God 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

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Larry Clarks famous hot dog omelet

I don't know how Dad did it.
Punched a clock every day.
I don't know how he made those eggs
Larry Clarks famous hot dog omelet

He couldn't read or write
so I know they didn't come
from a book of recipes

Maybe it wasn't always made with eggs
or maybe the hot dogs were exquisite
on the shelf all by them selves
fallen to lie alone
after the buns are gone.

We just survive
live the struggle

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Grandpa Daniel Radjinski He use to eat onions like apples. "Were poor people" he told me. "we have to enjoy simple things" "Eat, Eat, Eat" he would say.

"i" with a lower case! (same shit diferent day)

i don't know what to say.
Man death is heavy
maybe were just greedy
in not wanting to let someone go
i don't know why today
ends up the same as tomorrow
but yesterday
 i thought tomarrow
won't hurt so bad
 i'll be alright
but then it turns into today
and "i" is still lower case.




Same shit different day

Today I thought yesterday was gone
when it was tomorrow I couldn't see
Tomorrow I hope isn't as long
as I thought yesterday could be
Yesterday today was tomorrow
and tomorrows no different from yesterday
still what is today? any way?
and tomorrow won't it be gone?

Bob Jenkens

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whistle blowers? we need to take our country back! (one county at a time) TIL IT'S DONE!

you know I would just as soon rather be on a river or a lake. (or a roof).
I owe this piece to my Dad and I still don't know what I'm going to write.
I Love you Dad! I'm going to miss you for the rest of my life!
I've written so many stupid poems and I know you can't read or write so I tell them to you.

PRAY
my quietness is
uncertainty
un sure if I should even speak
Am I wrong to believe?
that there's hope for me
lately I've reserved the write to believe
IT'S to late for me
un certain of any resolution
I HOPE
GOD hears me!

Bob Jenkens


"you need to do something with that stuff" he would tell me.
I'll still come to your grave Dad
and I'll still read you what I write
even though it's stupid shit
it's organized
and rhymes
It's the only way I can under stand myself
you know that
because your my dad.

It's Tuesday today
but them bitches at allegiance health
put you in you're grave on Friday.
6th floor!
you girls are a bunch of whores!
At Henry Ford
Americans pregileigance
how would you spell it?
when you watched it!
THE WOMEN on the sixth floor
murdered my dad
at American Allegiance
"he's combative they told me
as they pinned him against his bed
(Their trying to KILL me)
that.s what dad  said.

I left him Friday night at 10 p.m
we talked about him coming home
from the hospital
He hugged on Gavin
even tickled him

my sister calls me
Dads in shock
the very next morning
it's been twelve hours
my Dad has aged 10 years?
wHAT ThE fUCk?

He says they tried to kill him last night!
He said they held a sconce over him last night
"with candles and shit" I asked him
"They used a lab top" he told me.

So I stayed up there with him Saturday
and he continually improved
Leslie Stiverson(tell your co workers)
I KNOW
they  murdered my dad
He wasn't their dad
so he didn't get the care I had
He was just a job to those woman
should I be for woman's rights?
If he was your dad
you would'nt have kicked his ass
All night
just remember when you get to the pearly gates
"IT WAS MY JOB" don't count!
You go to Hell
GO DIRECTLY TO HELL
Do not pass go
do not collect 200 dollars
You got paid 30 dollars an hour!
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what color are you? (does it matter?)

My Dad was pronounced dead at 2;20 today does it matter to you? It kills me! some kids loose their parents when their still kids. death don't get easier as you get older. I don't know. I'm Blessed to know my dad this long so many years. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. I don't see.... how life goes on from here. I just want to clam my lips up roll over and die. I Love you Dad!
 It don't matter! what color you are! it hurts to loose your parents! your comfort you've had your entire life.

Pray:
my quietness
is uncertainty
unsure if I should even speak
am I wrong to believe?
that there's  hope for me?
lately I've reserved the right to believe
it's to late
for me
uncertain of any resolution
I Hope God hears me....

Pray

Bob Jenkens

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Til death do us part

My dad is next to me tonight. He was resuscitated by Hanover fire department on Tuesday.
Here we are now day five at the hospital. He went into shock last night so tonight I'm spending the night with him. I think everyone wants to have great accomplishments for their parents to see. So as a parent you know you did a good job parenting. I'm ashamed that I set here with my dad like this and I've never flourished. Dad has witnessed my dumb luck he knows how hard I try. He loves me just the same.  Parents that have Ivy League students that accelerate at acodemics probably wouldn't be to happy with my constant struggles. Even still could they understand me?
My dad does.  My dad was so proud of me when I got out of prison. After four years of me being gone I guess just coming home is what made him so happy. I was enrolled in Specs Howard school of broadcast arts before I was released. I thought I could be a famous radio personality. Like things would go as dreampt. That was 25years ago. I started writing poetry while I was locked up.
My dad can't read but I read my poems to him.... He tells me "you need to do something with this stuff ". I've tried only to be disappointed. I have books published through kindle direct publishing.
"Will write for food ""what colors humanity?" I know I chose to be a poet but do I really have to die before I'm discovered? I don't know.... I wish .....I'd just die before him.

He's so drugged up he's sitting up sleeping. He keeps counting cookies on the table. Nine dollars he says.. then he starts talking about his bank account. "I wish I could get this bank account right" he says.
Stop worrying about money dad! I love you! I'm sorry I didn't turn out to be somebody to make you proud! I Love you dad! God Bless you!
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right write written?

My dad is in the hospital.....
not well....
he can't read or write
but I love him just the same...
he taught me how to fight
because he didn't like
to see me beat up on.
even still he argued with me
and told me
this world I couldn't change
"you can't fight the system"
we are the poor
you can wash and change your drawers
but this life you live
will never really be yours.


Dad..... you use to say.....
"you can't win for loosing"
and it didn't make sense to me...
and still don't
but I know what you mean.

God Bless you!
you have more Heart than me!

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I can't read or right

read or right
alive or dead
i'm wanted
just the way I am

Right handed I write

From left to right
From the top to the bottom
In plain English
Even with poor grammar
My words become alive
Written down forever
My words will never die

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when I'm write I write. When I'm wrong I still write

I write all the time
mostly in my head
when I drive it's the worse
because I know exactly what I want to say to the world

when my hands are full

and my minds distressed 
I've pulled safely to the side of the road

and written poems or expressed
myself on a piece of paper.
I'm not politically correct
My punctuation and spelling

bounce around in my head
along with poor grammar
and procrastination 

it's amazing to see it in this pile in front of me
Disabilities and realizations........ 


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I don't think write!
that's why I titled my blog "The write way".
I feel like I should be put under a micro scope to reveal what's wrong with our judicial system.
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Our judicial system will beat up on a poor white man as fast as a black man.
They do not discriminate judicially poor is poor... even mentally insecure citizens are bullied by the system!
I'll argue that! and because this poor American wrote his own true and compelling thoughts on the edge of a piece of paper 
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It causes me anxiety....supercalifredulious is expealidocious why do I feel.....I'm here for a purpose for the whole world? I use to do a radio show on wmxe 102.5.... I was a news director at wqte 95.3 in Michigan. As a news director I'm sure I was the only ex con at sheriff Germonds retirement Christmas party. I ,don't brag about having been in prison it's embarrassing to me. I was sent to prison shortly after I graduated high school.
I've done things in my life I'm not proud of. Some things I didn't want to do. some things happen so fast it was just my reaction to fight about it send a kid to prison for fighting? Sure I kept fighting. But more importantly I started writing! I only know one language and my tears are just as salty to whatever language they are translated to..... We need to stop killing and start fighting! is-snot-funny-in-romania-poland.html
 I enrolled at the Specs Howard school of broadcast arts before I was released from the Michigan department of corrections. I had dreams.  I'd get to the top of some society ladder. Then I'd show my cards of judicial betrayal.... That ladder keeps getting knocked over judicially.

 I've been bullied homeless by social services, department of human services, sheriff Jack welch
Attorney general bill shutte I mean directly. It's hard to get to the top of anything being homeless.
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what does it mean? If I could just write it down without jumping around...  it don't pay to be homeless... less than minimum wage!

Like I said I don't think write. I can't read write. I don't want to offend anyone with poor grammar.

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