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Wednesday, May 7, 2025

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 too late for me

uncertain of any resolution

I hope God hears me

"Pray"

Bob Jenkens

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Tuesday, May 6, 2025

Let's reiterate, what's right

District court Lenawee county Michigan

They often call it anyway county

That's not right, is it?

I gotta write about something

I have to write about something

I gotta be right about something

I have to be right about something

Something has got to give

Give up our rights?

Then give up our pencils and reiterate

What am I even writing about?

Something is wrong with the judicial system

Especially in Lenawee county Michigan

Bob Jenkens

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Monday, May 5, 2025

Don't stay down

To the end we always fight

for better life we know is right

If the Battles lost we must retreat

It's just a battle not defeat

If there's another day there's another way

Heal our minds and change our signs at any cost we can't feel lost

They will feel safe, Let their guards down

Then we'll come out from underground

To see the end we can't stay down

Get back up to the battleground

Bob Jenkens

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Calvary

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

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Sunday, May 4, 2025

A shower of rain

Tears are a shower of rain to prove Love is here

Tears are a sign of pain to show the love sincere

as I lie awake I try to sleep

a soft moist tear rolls down my cheek

I picture your eyes The beauty within

The tears form a stream and drop from my chin

I'm trapped in a world of evil in sin

A world where the weak aren't allowed to cry

The feeling never leaves but it's hidden inside

I try to run I try to hide but

It all comes back to drown me as if it were the tide

The tide goes away the tears seem to fade

I'm crying inside but the tears I must hide

My eyes are like damns holding back all the water

They open at night when your eyes are in sight

for I know I don't fear you seen my tears

To some they show weakness

To some they show pain

To you they show love a gentle soft rain

Bob Jenkens

Saturday, May 3, 2025

Breakfast in bed

So the crack of dawn

falls in the shadows of valleys

forged from flesh with perky tops

draping blonde slopes and

extruded earlobes over shoulders,

soft moans and nibbles

Bob Jenkens

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 and if you know what I'm saying then 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 wizard's mind would try and resist you can glide through a life in a wink and a dream and that life would be perfect because you're free in your dreams it's when this life that we live the one we dream to escape comes into our dreams and seems to somehow destroy even the most perfect dream.

because dreams are so sweet and life is like sweat and it's the taste of the sweat that ruins our dreams of that life that we wish to exist beyond dreams

It's this is bead of sweat that wakes us at night moistens are forehead and says this is life!

Bob Jenkens

Friday, May 2, 2025

Hidden from reality

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 what 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 Boo scared yet?

I walk into the center of the yard and

like the world I turn on an imaginary axis

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 seem loud

Throughout all this time I've been through a lot

If only the fog could stay in this spot

It's almost over if only you could stay

Let me see the stars at night but

hide me from the day.

Bob Jenkens

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Damn 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

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I was starting a new roof job on my birthday.A roofer in Rome

Roofer's use a hook blade for cutting shingles, vapor barrier and ice guard. It was the first thing in the morning I installed the drip edge and then on the very first cut I over cut the ice gaurd and drove my hook blade right into the meaty part of my hand, between my thumb and index finger. At first I covered it with the other hand and applied pressure. I let out a few choice words and looked at it. Wow happy birthday!Autopsy of a poet

I can see down in me it's deep. I can see the layers of skin clean cut. I see meat and I'm surprised that I can see it move but the skin just lay open. I thought at least it's not bleeding, no sooner than I thought that the blood pooled in to fill the gash. Blood was dripping from my elbow coming down the ladder. All I onhave in the truck is duc tape. When I got tapped up and back to the roof I wrote "damn it" in my head while I worked.

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