My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
On July 10th I shared looking-for-hope-have-you-seen-her.html Monday July 17 my child and I will be homeless. Given 10 days to move by the courts we've been trying to sell things. Yesterday I sold my riding lawn mower for two hundred dollars. This guy Kota Claudy was there looking at my s-10.
He had bought the truck for four hundred dollars and ready to drive it away and it stalled. We couldn't get it started back up. I handed him his money back. They left and I continued loading up our belongings to go to storage. On the way to the storage unit I stopped to get gas and I realized I had given Kota his four hundred dollars back but I had mistakenly given him my 200 dollars from the sale of my lawn mower.that-sucks.html I told Christina Benton (my girlfriend) to hurry and contact him on face book (that's how he found the truck). he had blocked her already. I had the bill of sale I had drawn up and it had his name and I'm not blocked. Of course he says he I didn't mistakenly give him my money. That's his girl friend in the corner.
I try I really do. I roof houses by myself to stay alive and I'm afraid of heights.
Christina said to me last night were poor but were better than these two. "If you or I seen someone drop money we would tell them". Your write babe I just feell like I can't take any more. I thought it was rich people that ate poor people poor-people-for-breakfast.html
Monday We're moving my camper to a camp ground. beats the homeless shelter. I'm goint to work myself out of this hole! I'm probably the only person in the world that prays.html to roof a house by myself. Shouldn't be wasting my time writing this piece I have a roof to be on now.
So Monday me and Gavin are homeless again. I was bullied homeless by professionals at the department of Human services in 2013. Bullied homeless by department of human services, children's protective services and Lennawee county district judge Laurs Shadler I know I have a week to make something happen or I'm on the streets. Again it's the courts taking our home. The Eucharist means "to give Thanks", At Mass we give thanks and praise to God for his many gifts and Blessings.
When we receive the Eucharist, we are changed into what we eat- Jesus Christ. "It is Christ in you for hope for glory>I've lost my hope! But all my thanks to my homelessness has to go to our judicial system that eats poor people no matter what color they are. the-american-judicial-system-eats poor people!
Hillsdale District judge Sara Lisznyia and the other clerks have to be proud of themselves. Even under oath my slumlord got caught lying. At least your honor when I asked my landlord did I tell you the furnace wasn't heating the house Connie Smith testified "no". But your honor in your discovery you ruled you did find I had told her about not having heat in the house all winter.
in fact you gave me credit for two hundred dollars a month for three winter months.slum-lord-you-know-who-you-are-working.html At the beginning of our hearing Connie was saying I owed her over 1400 dollars. It was a June 15 hearing and shes trying to collect July's rent. Judge said you can't do that. By the time were done the Judge got the actual figure that I really owed. Only thing is that 600 dollars she credited me with went to pay off money The slum lord lied about. What's the point in taking or giving an oath Your Honor? debriefed-at-pearly-gates your-in-heaven.html..
I'm exercising my write your honor. Freedom of speech. You told me June 15 if I paid 600 dollars to my slumlord Connie smith and paid you two hundred dollars for court cost we could stay. I paid the eight hundred dollars and as soon as I did was served with more papers. This time you gave me 10 days to be out of my house your honor. Really? I lived in this house just over a year after being homeless for two years. I don't know what I'm going to do..... crawl-walk-kneel-walk-or-crawl-just.html Well Sara I hope your proud of your system when you run out of poor people eat your words. At the Eucharist may the blood of Christ burn your lips Your Honor!
I have no doubt in my mind
Some day I will effect the lives of many people
in a positive way.
That some day......
My Life will open up and flourish!
That's why I survive.
I wrote this piece In Michigan State Penitentiary 1987 "WHY".....
Why would a 19 year old kid starting a 5-10 year prison bit write this?
I was enrolled in the Specs Howard school of broadcast arts before I was released.
I've worked as a morning show host, Program director, News director and production engineer.
I've had productions featured at the Pumpkins.net.
I could die tomorrow!
I could....die tomorrow
it depends where your emphasis goes. I could die tomorrow. I could die tomorrow I could die tomorrow.
you could too. But I hope we don't I hope we see it coming we could all die tomorrow. when tomorrow gets here we'll know where the emphasis goes! Bob Jenkens Holy /h2o-water.html
I didn't get evicted from my house yesterday. The land lord had documents that she recopied and tried leaving half the agreement out of at yesterdays hearing. She got caught lying. (is that the write spelling for not being truthful?) I got to question her about us living in this house all winter with no heat. When I did Question her she lied. She over exaggerated her denial. "did you know Connie that the homes furnace didn't work when you took eleven hundred dollars from me and let us rent the home?" Her response is like a Jim Carey movie.. "No" head shaking shoulders shrugging hands waving. was there a problem with the oven? I asked her she snaps at me." I bought you a new element". Mrs smith why do you suppose the cabinets next to the stove are in such poor shape?
I don't know she said. I told the judge Your Honor you can read my text messages to Connie and you can see in February I Huddled in front of my oven with the door open and the ceiling fan cranking trying to keep my family warm when I realized the last tenant here was living the same way. That's why the glass is cracked in the stove, That's why the cabinets paint is falling off and that's why the element was burnt out in the oven when we moved in. Because she had to fix the furnace she made up a story we were three months behind. only one month was for next month. The Judge was discouraged. Her Lawyer couldn't look up and kept shaking his head, The Judge ruled I didn't owe rent in advance. That the documents I provided were complete even if Connie's had "accidentally" had the last sentence cut off. The Judge ruled we can stay but who wants to? This woman is so terrible she will try to steal from me and my family. And she don't see anything wrong with what she's done. She rented us a house with messed up water and no heat. Maybe she can get a job in Flint.
Different people know me for different reasons . So you can expect different people have different opinions of my character. It matters to me what people think of me. Some of you may say I'm mean.
Another might argue that I don't take no shit and will fight. I have learned to bend a little in life. Not be so fast to snap. People need to learn to be better to each other.
This is going to kill me but I can't keep not writing about it.
I know bullied! I've known lonely and desolate but bullied you can't do to yourself.
Later today I expect I'll be evicted from my home. I've been living here for fourteen months after I spent two years homeless. Five and a half months in this home have been without heat. I Paid my rent and I complained to Connie smith about me and my child being without heat. She finally fixed it in March because in February It would not get warm in here. I'm standing in front of the oven with the door cracked and the oven on in an effort to warm the room. I remembered when I moved in here the element was burnt out in the oven. Connie the landlord ordered one and when it came in I installed it.
So I'm standing here now and I notice the way the cabinets next to the stove are deteriorating and worn . It occurred to me... The previous tenants have stood here over this door huddling to stay warm just like I am now.
This woman knew this heater didn't work when she took my eleven hundred dollars and let me and my five year old move into this property. Now she's retaliating and using the courts to put me back on the homeless list.
Last time I was bullied into homelessness it was judge Laura shadler from lenawee county MI.
She actually took my house Illegally! I know bullied! Out of desperation I published a book through kindle direct publishing in hopes it could go viral and save my life. "will write for food" didn't go viral but I think It's because God wants me to write this piece and he's not going to let me flourish without saying Will-Write-Food-Bob-Jenkens-ebook/dp/B00H5XTPGA/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8.
My Dad died in January He died a poor man and I can't help but feel it's my fault. I always exspected some day I would write something that would open me up to flourish. And I always expected my dad would be there to see. I'm sorry Dad right-write-written.html .I really thought we were going to bring you home from the hospital. Until that morning the hospital called and told us to get up there. Even then I didn't exspect to get there and find you getting beat up by the nurses at Allegiance Hospital. /whistle-blowers-we-need-to-take-our.html
Dad wanted his ashes put up north at the cabin so this past weekend the family congregated up there to lay Dad down with his wife my step mom Sharon. (Love you both).
At the cabin My older sister Evonne Was talking to my girlfriend she told her about how small I use to be. She said she went to college and came home for the summer and I had grown. She told Christina "I made him lick mustard off the floor"ketchup.html Oh I know bullied. I've been bullied by our courts again and again I've paid my dues put me under I micro scope and you'll see everything that's wrong with the judicial system!/under-micro-scope.html
My Mom told me as I sat in southern Michigan Prison "Everything happens for a reason."
Some things I can see no reason for. I started writing in prison. I wrote a poem for my Mom who came religiously to visit me. ("hidden from reality") My teachers probably imagined I'd be sent to prison but I don't think they could imagine I'd write. Apology to my teachers @Columbia central.
I can't see any reason a group of kids would grab a four foot three inch freshman up and put his head in a toilet. But I know bullied. Even at four foot three I could fight the senior class. For whats right and what's wrong.Don't-stay-down.html
I know Bullied! later today at 3:15 I'm gonna be a homeless. I've been there before. It don't pay to be homeless. Less than minimum wage I must get ready for court.
I told my Mom I wrote this poem about you mom. she read it and asked how is this about me?
I worked late Monday thru Thursday so I could have Friday off.
On Friday I started a side job roofing a house by myself. It's the holiday weekend so I have Monday to. A four day weekend on a roof. I remember being a news director at Q-95 country in Adrian Michigan and on Memorial day weekend I was roofing a house for Mid-west builders.
I'm afraid of heights but this morning I shot a video on the very top of a roof.
Early February maybe May
I'm gonna start over
like I was just born this morning
a brand new day
Sun is shining
birds are singing
a 65 degree spring day
a perfect day to learn to walk again
Freed from this cocoon
I've been rapped up in
I'm gonna start over
when Blessings descend
And flourish in warm Sun rays
Take a deep breath
brush off my shoulders
reach for the sky and
rise to my feet
Look straight ahead
It's a brand new day!
this fox thought it was going to eat my duck and then sit in the hay field and wait until it needed more to eat and then come back. I chased the fox back into his den like the fox was an Isis leader,
I shoved bottles of gasoline down into his den and I lit him up! I see the fight! Make it gone!
I wish everything else was so clear. Ice is? isis? I don't know how to spell it. Destroy!
You know where i'm at tomorrow. just one stupid fox opened the door to me killing humanity.
the mother of all bombs is coming and sly like a fox is ruined because I know.
I wish I could handle death as well as my six year old Gavin.something came in and killed his pet duck last night. The duck's name was baby duck Gavin and Baby duck grew up together. The duck would come running to greet Gavin from the school bus. He truly was amazing!
Our female duck "Big duck" was also injured and I'm not sure she's going to make it. I've placed her on her nest of eggs. I'm sure "baby duck" fought to his death to save her. I'm so saddened. I tried twice to put them to bed last night but they ran from me because they like to be in the rain.
Gavin took it well he says "get me two baby ducks" "yeah and a bunny".
I'm so sorry!!! I don't know why shit happens.
I'm a dog man myself. Mr Sparky wags and I have been together for 15 years.
He's a special dog. he don't know any tricks but he understands plain English
He goes to work with me most every day. I work as a roofer. While I'm on a roof sparky just lays under me somewhere watching me. We've been through so much. We've been in the back of police cars together. I've gone to jail. Sparky's gone to jail.I'm not gay but I love this dude!
I'm so hurt about this duck I can't stop thinking of back in January Sparky and I were riding in my truck and I asked him "Sparky" I said to him sitting over there in the passenger seat looking like he wished I'd get over and let him drive. "Sparky what am I gonna do without you bud"? In reference to his passing when the day comes. What will I do? It's going to crush me.. I can just about make myself have an anxiety attack before I clear my mind. Just days later my dad has a heart attack and is admitted to allegiance hospital where he died. what-color-are-you-does-it-matter.html.
Gavin took dads death really good to. He didn't ask for two new grandpas. Months have gone by and he understands now... Still I don't know.. Stupid duck why didn't you just go to bed. I Love you Dad. Take care of that dumb duck!
It wasn't Mother's Day, but I wrote this poem to my mom when I was in prison at camp water loo 1990.
I was anticipating a visit from mom, and I was out walking the yard. It was crazy foggy. As I walked, I thought about how good my mom has been to me. I've been in prison for three years, and she still comes and sees me regularly. She writes me letters even if it's a quick note to say I love you or thinking of you. This has been a hard journey but with my mom's support I can overcome this. "Weekend picnic visits". I bet the department of corrections aren't allowing those anymore. Mom would bring food. Not just food real food! Not the jail food I've been eating. I'm talking fresh fruits. They had barbecue grills on the visiting yard. They were "weekend picnic visits". Mom would bring my son Teddy to visit. I've been incarcerated his whole life. We were outside having a picnic. It was assurance it gave you hope someday this will end and I get to walk out these doors with mom. It was like your best Christmas ever. The Christmas you never wanted to end. Unlike Christmas at the end of this day you didn't go back to your bed. You went back to prison. The closest thing to war I've ever known.
They Have P.A speakers mounted on top of the 12 foot Constantine fence that surrounds the prison.
They blast out units as they are called to chow and also to inform inmates they have a visit.
Still impressed by the fog I'm writing a poem I always had something to write on. I walk into the center of a deserted prison yard and look around. In the center of the yard, I can't even see the fence. I wish I could just go home with mom today...... Maybe when the fog clears, I'm not really here.... " Clark 623 report to the control center you have a visit".
I get out to the visiting yard to find Teddy and my mom. Give hugs I give mom the copy of this untitled poem and tell her "I wrote this about you this morning" she reads it and asks," How's this about me?"
I told her "You're the fog"! I Love you mom Happy Mother's Day! Scott Clark
AKA Bob Jenkens
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 my 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 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 we'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've been wrestling with the thought for weeks now. I liked working at Rossman construction but to many times on my way in to work I would get a text message "were taking today off". Then the same week rain moves in and I end up with a ten hour check. Then when you follow with a twenty nine hour week your approaching financial devastation. Now that it's written in front of me I wonder what took me ten weeks to quit? My dad died in January what-color-are-you-does-it-matter.html (i love you dad). It use to be on rain days I would go hang out with dad. He gives me advice or would give me advice i mean. Dad would have told me to quit this job weeks ago. I went and got another job on Wednesday so I have work lined up. I no dad would have told me that too. Dad I miss you!!!
When I got the job with Rossman construction it hurt me that I couldn't share with you the excitement of landing what seemed at the time to be a good job. worked me right into a hole.
It's Friday it's 9 a.m That new job is waiting for me. Sparky don't have to stay home now this new builder don't care if I bring my dog to work. Pays more I can work weekends. I know I should go start the new job. but i know if dad was alive and I went to his house and told him "I finally quit my job"
Monday We're moving my camper to a camp ground. beats the homeless shelter. I'm goint to work myself out of this hole! I'm probably the only person in the world that prays.html to roof a house by myself. Shouldn't be wasting my time writing this piece I have a roof to be on now. 
