My Bucket list

The bucket list, is it a real bucket or a real list? I have no life threatening prognosis.

However anxiety builds and I’m compelled to write.  It’s what I feel I have to do.

I can’t explain it.

 Here I sit writing my bucket list. On a bucket as I ice fish.

Does it matter what I see or have seen happening in my lifetime?

 I don’t know what’s what or who’s who. But I wish you could all see the way I do.

(Wish the fish would start to bite too).

I use to fish in my dreams or fall asleep thinking of going fishing.

Anymore I don’t dream.  Instead I fall asleep thinking of what I should write.

I have 8 or 9 things I’d like to write about. I don’t know what order they go.

Overwhelmed? Why do I feel I need to write anything?

I can hardly read.  I can read of course……  It just seems I forget

 From the top of the page to the bottom.  Somewhere in the middle I had to read a sentence

3 times to understand what it meant.  So why do I feel like I have an obligation to write.

I feel like I have a story to tell but just like I read I get lost when I write…

My poems are inspired by experience in my life.

It’s my bucket list!

Man I wish these fish would bite.                    Eo0oo0o0lo0(Gavin added that)

              Bob Jenkens

Being bulliedBULLIED HOMELESS BY PROFESSIONALS

Trans gender sons and daughters

Being in prison/the-american-judicial-system.html

Being homelessit-dont-pay-to-be-homeless-less-than.html

Being poor

Confess my Faith in Jesus ChristThe-Trinity-network.html

Our UN just judicial system and how it abuses poor people.

Being mean! I don’t know why I’m so quick to fight.. it’s not right.

Mainly I want to write something for my dog Mr. Sparky Wagg’s.

These are all on my bucket list. I don’t know the order they go so they’re not numbered.

Why do I have anxiety because I feel like I have to do this?  It’s my destiny.

Why do I feel like I will never get to see ….. I’m going to die then I’ll be discovered.

Who knows maybe something I write will be dug up by archeologist to only be misconstrued to mean something… something to save humanity?

It could happen

I can’t seem to be turned on

Perhaps I'm broken

perhaps I'll die before I know

my life was not in vein

perhaps the morning dew will moisten 

my eyelids awaken me

and I will get to live..

Perhaps...