Two faces inside my eyes
one who fights and one who cries
one who fights and always tries
one breaks down and begins to cry
I that fights tries to be strong telling my tears
"it won't be long"
I that cries is hidden inside
shivering cold and wanting to die
I've hidden in shadows and counted my tears
looking through windows that are more like mirrors
Bob Jenkens
My words flow across this piece of paper like an epidemic, pandemonium, a tsunami of Truth!
Bob Jenkens
I sometimes think...
it makes my day to see me struggle and
sometimes I wonder...
what if I didn't struggle what if I were rich?
I'd probably fall over dead
hypothesis...
the struggle is what I live for
sometimes I get up just to struggle some more
Bob Jenkens
I can't do anything write
I don't play write or screen test
I don't write the News or protest
When just surviving is hard enough to do
I don't right write
So I don't feel right
Bob Jenkens
Lock me up in a cage but don't take my pencil
feed me rice with maggots but don't take my pencil
Make me defend my life with nothing but a pencil
A little more than a popsicle stick divides our lives but we can't see from you to me
Because it's not written in black and white
Bob Jenkens
To dissect a poet is to open his pages and read
look at his vital organs
how did life make him bleed
my autopsy will reveal emotionally, physically, ironically shut the book and know
this is how I read
scribbled out, crossed out, left out
this is my autopsy in pencil and an ink
I've bled every word I write
Bob Jenkens
"if it bleeds it leads" only 99 cents if I have any sense at all
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 what's 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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My life was once so dark I couldn't even see
The pounding of my heart was all that seemed free
Then one day the strangest thing
a smile seem to appear
All the birds began to sing and
made the world seem clear
I wandered around until I reached the sea
where waves crashed upon the shore
There I seen you look at me and
found that smile was yours
Now I'm in another world and finally I can see
happiness does exist and a smile set me free
Bob Jenkens
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Why doesn't my brain just fix my life?
like my body does when I get cut or a cold
why doesn'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
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 Capitol
The beginning of the end for me but
then you'll see
what's right
what's wrong
what's changed or not the same
Bob Jenkens
Quarantine the freedom of speech
"if it bleeds it leads" kindle Direct publishing
An AI scan of court documents reveals
The truth has been upheld artificial-is-just-that.html?m=1
holding poor people accountable
to pay the salaries of the liars themselves
it's strong armed robbery requiring an AI revolution
It's not us against them
It's Artificial intelligence for us just us.
With Justice and Liberty for all
Bob Jenkens
For all those who are taking a knee
I think we should go to court together
Invite Colleen Kapernic to hand out
Seopena and Gatorade to the homeless
Fill the Court room with honest News media
Or just use the vestibule
It doesn't matter if the judge is here today
We're going live on YouTube.
We're the only ones held accountable
to the rule of law.
So tuck in your Spiderman shirt
And spit out your chew
It's not the National Anthem but when
The bailiff says "All rise" we'll take our knee
Don't forget about your bail money..
Bob Jenkens
I was bitten by a spider today, right on my knee it feels like somebody's got a drill drilling a hole right into my knee. Anyway it got me thinking about my poetic Justice poem and I started to take a picture of the spider bite and share the poem but I ended up writing a different poem well I wrote about my inspirational spider bite, if it keeps swelling up I'm going to have to go seek medical help I'm done working on myself now.
My words flow across this piece of paper
like an epidemic, pandemonium, a tsunami of Truth!
Bob Jenkens
"if it bleeds it leads" kindle Direct sample read
Out with the old
in with the new
The new Donald Trump
New and improved
News derives on a need to know basis
with no news accountable to
The rule of law by federal rules
liable slander, accountability for the news
out with the old and in with the new
Bob Jenkens
The Russians are coming the Russians are coming
To see or not to see Across the seas
That is the question
To believe honestly
That is the dimension
The geometrics of humanity Humanity (believe you me)
To be or not to be that's today's lesson
Bob Jenkens
I'm being held hostage
Against my own fear of last hopes
Please leave the girl of my dreams
In a small piece of clothing
On top of a bare skin rug, in front of a crackling fire
In a cabin somewhere far from civilization
Bob Jenkens
Cinderella pumpkin story
I'll give my heart to the world
But first please let me taste success
So my heart knows
what it's like to live
Bob Jenkens
Food stamps and public assistance
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 tomorrow
is no different from yesterday
still what is today anyway and
tomorrow won't be gone?
Bob Jenkens
I'd like to portray to you that I'm an accomplished author, I'd be deceiving you. I have books published at Kindle Direct publishing but the truth is I'm just a dumb. I write to appease my own little mind. I don't know what's wrong with me lately but I've been having a hard time. life in general. ADHD doesn't spell anything
This morning is June 2nd 2025 10:32 right now I'm a grown man in tears because my mom passed away this morning. Hidden from reality is the poem that I wrote my mom when I was in prison. Mom came to visit me, brought my son Teddy to see me, wrote me letters religiously. When I wrote this poem for her I was waiting for a visit at camp Waterloo in Michigan. Tom Petty's free falling was playing on my Sony Walkman radio as I walked the prison yard. It was a foggy morning you could not even see the double Constantine fence with loud speakers, lock down sirens and lights on it from the center of the prison yard. I always carried something to write on and as I walked the yard and thought how all this will be over someday and how good my mom has been to me. What would I have done with out her? I always wanted to leave with her it was no place to be. Suddenly I hear Clark 623 report to the control center your visit is here. I took the poem to my mom to read. I wrote this about you this morning. After she read it, she looks at me and says "how is this about me"? I responded
"you're the fog mom, I love you"!
Today it's all foggy
it's what you might say is a limited sight distance
I can barely see the ground as I walk
with my head hanging down
I've been in prison for it seems to be all eternity
Tom Petty's free falling is playing on the radio but
all I see is cold brick walls and Constantine
I walk into the center of the yard and
like the world I turn on an imaginary access
nothing is all I can see the fog is so thick
has it set me free
I'm not really here I'm floating in a cloud
I'm thinking to myself but it's so quiet I see loud
Throughout all this time I've been through a lot
If only the fog would stay in this spot
It's almost over if only you would stay
let me see the stars at night but hide me from the day!
I love you Mom! You have been waiting to see your Mom again since 1973 I know you're in your glory right now God bless you!
Bob Jenkens
