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?
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  ”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.