This is one that is still kind of rough....but I like it so far.

Kennel Hound
I've wandered
Sauntered
Ran with my tail between my legs
I've grown
Been shown
And Thrown to the curb
People have owned me
Have fed me
Have pet me
I've been out on my own
All alone
Torn to bone
Teeth, claws, and paws
I've been beaten
Malnurished
And Abused
I've tried to be fostered
I was Locked in
No one pet me
No one fed me
No one played with me
Not even a ball
I've begged before
Those cold streets
Still make me shake
Now as you look into this cage
Cement floor
And my metal dish
Would you...please
Adopt me?
  ~Patrick Commins~

Yes, yes a few more songs by Flowbots.

Anne Braden
From the color of the faces in sunday's songs
To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on
Once upon a time in this country long ago
She knew there was something wrong
Because the song said yellow, red, black, and white
Everyone precious in the path of christ
But what about the daughter of the woman cleaning their house
Wasnt she a child they were singing about
And if jesus loves us black or white skin
Why didn't her white mother invite them in?
When did it become a room for no blacks to step in?
How did she already know not to ask the question
Left lasting impressions
Adolescence's comforts gone
She never thought things would ever change
But she always knew there was something wrong

She always knew there was something wrong

Years later she found herself mississippi-bound
To help stop the legalized lynching
Of mr. willie mcgee
But they couldnt stop it
So they thought that theyd talk to the governor
About what happened
And say were tired of being used
As an excuse to kill black men
But the cops wouldnt let em past and
These women they struck em as uppity
So they hauled em all off to jail
And they called it protective custody
Then from her cell she heard her jailers
Grumbling about outsiders
And when she called him out
And said she was from the south they shouted
Why is a nice southern lady
Making trouble for the governor?
She said, i guess im not your type of lady
And i guess im not your type of southerner.
But before you call me traitor
Well its plainest just to say
I was a child in mississippi
But im ashamed of it today


Imagine the world that youre standing within
All of your neighbors and family and friends
How would you cope
Facing the fact
The flesh on your hand
Was tainted with sin
She faced it every day
People she saw on a regular basis
People she loved in several cases
People she knew were incredibly racist
It was painful
But she never stopped loving them
Never stopped calling their name
And she never stopped being a southern woman
And she never stopped calling for change
And she saw that her struggle
Was in the tradition
Of ancestors never aware of her
It continues today
The soul of a southerner
Born of the other america

We Are Winning
Rival gangsters sit down to plan an after-school program
A religious fanatic posts footage of an interfaith service project
A group of teenage boys watches a video of a father playing catch with his son
An adult film star paints thumbnail portraits of elderly couples, fully clothed and smiling
A record executive records a demo of his apology
A policeman makes reverse 911 calls instructing residents to take to the streets
A patriot reports for duty
She's wearing an orange jumpsuit and holding a picket sign
She's ashamed of her birthplace
But retreat is not an option


Women and children
Frontline
Logon
Tune in
Stand and be counted
Wounded
Stationed
In the belly of the vulture
Watch your back
Theres no civilians
Women children
Frontline
Listen
Consider this a distant early warning
The fires imminent
Pollution gathering dust particles
Funneling through smokestacks
Airwaves
Bandwidth
Disinformation tube fed
Check the label
Delete the virus
Alert the masses

Butterfly wing crosswinds send black hawks toward hurricane survivors
Roses sprout from empty lots and sidewalk cracks
Pacifist guerrillas move undetected through concrete jungles
New forms are beginning to take shape
Once-occupied minds are activating
People are waking up
The insurgency is alive and well

Rise of the flobots
Portrait of the new american insurgent
Rattle and shake the foundation of the world order
Assembly line consent
Resist
Refuse
Inform
Create
Direct loved ones to the trenches
Suit up
Forge rubble into fortresses
Plaster
Cloth
Aluminum
Broken porcelain
Rusted platinum
Burn bloodstains from decompressed diamonds
Hammer the battlecry into braille-studded armor

We are building up a new world
Do not sit idly by
Do not remain neutral
Do not rely on this broadcast alone
We are only as strong as our signal
There is a war going on for your mind
If you are thinking you are winning
Resistance is victory
Defeat is impossible
Your weapons are already in hand
Reach within you and find the means by which to gain your freedom
Fight with tools
Your fate and that of everyone you know depends on it

There's A War Going On For Your Mind
There's a war going on for your mind
Media mavens mount surgical strikes from trapper keeper collages and online magazine racks
Cover girl cutouts throw up pop-up ads
Infecting victims with silicone shrapnel
Worldwide passenger pigeons deploy paratroopers
Now it's raining pornography
Lovers take shelter
Post-production debutantes pursue you in nascar chariots
They construct ransom letters from biblical passages and bleed mascara into holy water supplies

There's a war going on for your mind
Industry insiders slang test tube babies to corporate crackheads
They flash logos and blast ghettos
Their embroidered neckties say "stop snitchin'"
Conscious rappers and whistleblowers get stitches made of acupuncture needles and marionette strings

There is a war going on for your mind
Professional wrestlers and vice presidents want you to believe them
The desert sky is their bluescreen
They superimpose explosions
They shout at you
"Pay no attention to the men behind the barbed curtain
Nor the craters beneath the draped flags
Those hoods are there for your protection
And meteors these days are the size of corpses

There's a war going on for your mind
We are the insurgents

Yes again more lyrics from the Flobots. I encourage their messege more and more every damn day.

Fight WIth Tools
echo echo one-nine
hear the call through fault lines
smoke signals old rhymes
shorted lights in store signs
spelled in a broken code
find that it is time to
breath build bend and refine you
we sky tenants
give it all but wont give up
radio soul antennas
radio to lift spirits
call sign commando
m.o. is independence
scream till the walls fall,
dissolve all the limits

occupied minds
unemployed skills
desolation
worn out
torn down
just for now thrill seekers
slanging
test tube babies in beakers
where gun blasts pump straight from the speakers
the system where the
poor get poorly paid
to hold the ladder
where the rich get ricocheted
into the stratosphere
and in between people are rushin' like vladimir
with metals to make their status clear
get us out of here

we need heroes
build them
don't put your fist up
fill them
with our hopes and our hearts and our hands
we're the architects of our last stand

there's a war going on for your mind
those who seek to occupy it will stop at nothing
the battlefield is everywhere
there is no sanctuary
there are no civilians
you have two choices
surrender or enlist

what kind of person are you
always the first to argue
or never down to stick your neck out
cause it hurts you far too much
to see your rep suffer
set you up a buffer
well neither is enough for us cut from a tougher brand of duct tape
the propaganda's stuck on us like sock pajamas
spread like a virus
through accepted thoughts and proper manners
but off the cameras
something's simmering across the land
about to bubble up
and knock the lids off of the pots and pans

we are non stop juggernauts
stomp ziggurats
spit manifestos
by terabytes and gigawatts
shock paradigms
give sense to a score
throw thoughts through the sky
activate twenty more
in these high and dry times
expectorate on dogma
pragmatic sycophants
divide and conquer
we build bridges offer
hard work and prosper
as hand made heroes brought to you by no sponsors

all free minds to the front
all free minds to the front
we call upon women
we call upon children
we call upon the handicapped
the infirmed
the week of heart
we need your courage
your dedication
your passion
your commitment
gather up your platinum
melt it down
gather up your gold
melt it down
gather up your bronze
your silver
your aluminum
melt it down
melt it down
melt it down

This song represents one of my core and most powrfull beliefs. This brings me out of every rut. It is written by the Flobots. Its about how ALL human beings, me, you, EVERYONE has INFINATE POTENTAL! I will be posting more of their lyrics soon. I will even probably join their orginization, Street Team.

Handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

Look at me, look at me
Hands in the air like it's good to be
Alive, and I'm a famous rapper
Even when the paths're all crookedy
I can show you how to do-si-do
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
I know all the words to "De Colores"
And "I'm proud to be an American"

Me and my friend saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want cuz, look--

I can keep rhythm with no metronome
No metronome
No metronome
And I can see your face on the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone

Look at me, look at me
Just called to say that it's good to be
Alive
In such a small world
I'm all curled up with a book to read
I can make money open up a thrift store
I can make a livin off a magazine
I can design an engine sixty four miles to the gallon of gasoline

I can make new antibiotics
I can make computers survive aquatic conditions
I know how to run the business
And I can make you wanna buy a product
Movers, shakers and producers
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the system
I can do anything with no assistance

...'Cuz I can lead a nation with a microphone
With a microphone
With a microphone
And I can split the atom of a molecule
Of a molecule
Of a molecule

Look at me, look at me
Drivin' and I won't stop
And it feels so good to be alive and on top
My reach, is global
My tower, secure
My cause, is noble
My power, is pure

I can hand out a million vaccinations
Or let them all die in exasperation
Have'em all healed from the lacerations
Have'em all killed by assassination
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don't like'em
And I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command because

I can guide a missile by satellite
By satellite
By satellite
And I can hit a target through a telescope
Through a telescope
Through a telescope

And I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

Here is the begining to our apartments Constitution....we obviously need help..........

Constitution of THE APARTMENT

1. "Residents" have the power to make all final desicions in THE APARTMENT; as well as veto any "Crew Members" choices.

2. All decisions must be agreed upon by ALL "Residents" as well as be written down by the Sribe, if need be, before they come into effect.

3. "Residents" must convine to create/edit "Rules" to this document, add/remove "Crew Members" or "Residents",
along with any and all major desicions pertaining to THE APARTMENT or the livelyhood of "Residents" and "Crew Members".

4. Noted "Crew Members" can make temporary desicions that are needed when there are no residents around to make it. The "Crew Member(s)" that make the desicion have full responisbility for the consequences that ensue from their choice(s). These desicions can be vetoed at any time by any "Resident".

5. Under any circumstances, Anthony Loja and Cory harvey (Paying the most rent) have final say in terms of this document and THE APARTMENT in general. Even over other "Residents"

6. This Constitution is a living document and is viable to change at any time, under the watch and power of the "Residents".

7. A list of "Residents" and their duties within and pertaining to THE APARTMENT, along with those of "Crew Members", will be posted on another document. This other document, titled "Roster", is also a living document and can be changed at anytime through the watch and power of the "Residents".

8. Only "Residents" have the power to give someone a title. A "Crew Member" with a title may suggest possible canidate(s) for an open title slot.

9. The only people who may hold a title are "Residents" and "Crew Members". "Fringe Members" are not capable of holding any title besides that of "Initiate"; which still must be given by the "Residents"

10. "Crew Members" and "Residents" must up hold their title and duties. If they disconitue their duties they can be removed from their title and post through the watch and power of the "Residents".

          -Definitions-
1. THE APARTMENT- the place of living where these rules are believed in and are enforced.

2. "Resident"- A person who lives in THE APARTMENT and is somehow putting in effort/monetary value to THE APARTMENT or the livelyhoods of all other "Residents". ie. If your not giving to the rest of us you get nothing from us. YOU GET WHAT YOU GIVE!

3. "Crew Member"- A person who gives time/energy or anything else who doesn't live in THE APARTMENT. A "Crew Member" usually will have duties and other such things.

4. "Fringe Member"- A person who doesn't add to THE APARTMENT in any consitant, or worthwhile, way. If they are givin any Title, unless it is a joke or an "Initiate Title".

5. "Initiate Title"- Someone who wants a try at a title can take it via diplomatic force. Or they can request to become an "Initaite" of the Title and work up the ranks by proving themselves. An "Initiate" has only the power to run basic errands for the "Crew Member" (if one) with the Title. Meanwhile if the Title holder whom the "Initiate" is under is a "Resident" they can do anything that all the "Residents" feel the "Initiate" can do.

5. "rules"- A governing statement that will be enfored by "Residents" and "Crew Members" as well as be respected by visitors to THE APARTMENT. A "Rule" is anything within the Constitution, Roster or anything that the "residents" post somehow. "Rules" must be clear and easily understood.

And finally Our Crew Roster. Which needs to be updated.

-Roster-

Key=
*=This title can be owned by multiple people

NOTE:Any "Resident" can hand off a title temporarily (Agreed upon time by the "Residents") to a, trusted, "Crew Member" whom the "Residents" approve capable. It is then, if something goes wrong, both the "Resident"'s and the trusted "Crew Member"'s responibility. The "Resident" for bad leadership. The "Crew Member" for incompitence. If things go above par both will be praised. The "Resident" for good leadership and management. The "Crew Member" for competence (Possible re-crowning of Title).


"RESIDENTS" 
Anthony#Loja################################################-----------------"Barkeep"
-----To facilitate the traffic and use of Alchohalic substances through THE APARTMENT. Also is incharge of cleaning, atleast mostly, the mess of any alchohalic occurence, with help from the Maid. Is to organize beer runs. The Barkeep should somehow be compensated for any Alchohal the Barkeep buys, the Barkeep should never have to pay fully; unless it is the Barkeeps idea and the Barkeep is the only one involved. In any form of police related issue the Barkeep should be present,
if not running the show.
------------------"Net God"
-----To watch, Keep track of and repair the internet problems. Any computer bullshit, ecspecially internet realated ones. In short, if there is a tech related problem within THE APARTMENT it is the Net God's responibility to deal with. Any costs will be split between the problems owner and the Net God, if not just the problem owner. The Net God should never pay fully, unless dictated by the Net God.
------------------"Chef"*
-----The Chefs job is to cook any and all MEALS within THE APARTMENT. The Chef is NOT responsible for snacks and other random food items. All chefs convine on a decided day and plan out the weeks meal plan, the Chefs shouldn't have to cook more than dinner and bulk 'staying food' for the week ahead. The Chefs and the Maid plan out groceries for the week on the same decided day. The chefs and maid should split the costs of eating on most occasions.

Corey#Harvey################################################
--------------------"Apothocary"
-----To facilitate the traffic of cannabis sativa, E, shrooms, or anyother mind altering substance through THE APARTMENT. Also responisble for the cleaning & maintenence of all & any drug related equipment that may be present. Is to clean up after any drug related incident, with help from the Maid. Must OK all drugs within the house before use. In any form of police related issue the Apothocary should be present, if not the one incharge.
--------------------"Father Time"
-----Keeps track of due dates, bills and anyother important date/time asked to record. Is not to do much more than remind "Residents" and "Crew Members" that something is comming up. Ecspecially the day of. If there is a problem with memory; if it isn't in Father Times books, it wasn't important enough for "Resident(s)" or "Crew Member(S)" to remind Father Time to record it in the first place.

Patrick#Commins#############################################
--------------------"Scribe"
-----To write down all important information. The Scribe is the only one who can change this document, the Constitution,
or anyother document that the Scribe or the "Residents" deem to be writen. Is responisble to keep any and all documents in order and clear to all who needs to read them. Is also responsible for mail comming in and out of THE APARTMENT.
--------------------"Maid"*
-----The Maids main responibility to keep the main areas within THE APARTMENT clean and looking presentable, to the standards of the "Residents". The Maid is NOT responsible for cleaning the "residents" rooms unless otherwise negotiated. The maids other duty is to keep all "residents" with clean clothes, towels and the like. As well as organize shopping lists, shop for groceries, and organize meals with the "Chefs". Lastly, most things on a teens 'chores' list is the Maids responability.
--------------------"Chef"*
-----The Chefs job is to cook any and all MEALS within THE APARTMENT. The Chef is NOT responsible for snacks and other random food items. All chefs convine on a decided day and plan out the weeks meal plan, the Chefs shouldn't have to cook more than dinner and bulk 'staying food' for the week ahead. The Chefs and the Maid plan out groceries for the week on the same decided day. The chefs and maid should split the costs of eating on most occasions.

"CREW MEMBERS"

Ray#Glover##################################################
--------------------"Entertainer"*
-----To be an Entertainer one must have some form of entertaining skill/characteristic that the "Residents" find interesting. An Entertainers duty is to entertain anyone in THE APARTMENT if they can. If there is to be a gathering/party at THE APARTMENT the Entertainer may be asked to use their skill at the gathering/party. If they choose to do so they should be equally compansated, unless otherwise noted by the Entertainer.
--------------------"Apothocary Initiate"
-----The duties of the Initiate Apothocary is to help the Apothocary in anyway the Apothocary needs.

I have decided to post my poetry and random thought up in this diary thing. All the diary is is a damn blog anyway.
I may even post my apartments Constitution here. I'm way to into and inspired by that thing.

Lookin' Round (May change title)
As the worlds spin
Twirlin' in their orbits
Wirlin' round their balls of gas
Swirlin' in their elequent dance
Lit only by strobe lights
We go amongst our fights

Blowing each other way
Each and every day
Leaders on giants shoulders
Like crushing flowers
Stealing candy from babies
Just to feed it to Hades

We go amongst our fights
Our day lit with bomb flare
Enough for Ghangis to have a scare
Up and down our planes soar
Much like the price of a whore
Enough to make the brothers cry to the core

Survival is loosing its lights

All of this and I'm still asked of God
Sodom and Gamorah
His cities of sins and ash
Are our cities of grins and cash
'Nough said
~Patrick N. Commins~