Who Are You?

I know that no one reads my blogger so i dont mind putting crap on here.
Now i have been thinking about occupation. If you are what you are than why is your job what you are? Now if you think about it... if i told you i worked for New Jersey Transit as a trainmen that is what you would mention if you ever talk about me again. I don't think that your occupation should have anything to do with who you are. I am not my job i am not what my ID says i am not the contents of my wallet I am not what i do day by day I am not my name I am not what i own.... so let me ask.... who are you? do you know who you are? because if you ask me no one knows who they are.... you hear the phrase "thats just who i am." alot and it means nothing because no one really knows who they are. please if you know who you are give me an idea of what who you are means and how to define it. anyway this is just a few broken thoughts from me....
till next time....
-Mike

false conviction

Why fall?
When your not the one at fault.
Hide your alter egos
and stupid codes from the vault.
stick your badge in my face
and your gun down my throat
highten your authority
and were your special coat.
remember your the asshole
you dont care about your job
you make your assumptions
pride is all you rob.
so i will take my punishment
for a crime i did not commit
but you will have to live with it
in your head false conviction will sit.

as i was

If I were to stop
and rearange my life
give up on my pen
and focus on my sacrafice
would i be me?
or just another person
fighting for a facide
to be admired by YOUR son
buy the fancy car
and hundreds on a house
work at this job
traped like a mouse
this is not who I am
nor who i want to be
but welcome to like
and what its made of me
nothing left of my self
only items and body
my sole is to socioty
as i WAS to poetry.

NyQuil & cigarettes

Sick as a dog
sound like a frog
to the bed your head does call
the magical drink
you dont stop to think
the coma aroma fall
smell of smoke
makes you choke
a mixture you cant refuse
a puff of the stoge
a gulp of the robe
"lights out" says the brain of you
NyQuil NyQuil
stoggie cigarette boge
sleep in peace
to ruin your sheets
feel the burn in your throat
take a swig
take off your wig
your off on your own dream boat

Good night my dear.

if this is the last
than let it be so
hold you close
to never let go
i feel your heart beat
i feel your blood pump
rise me up
out of my slump
i know its late
and im sorry to call
but i needed to hear your voice
for my heart grows small
faded to dust
to think of things past
wishing i was there
to save you atlast
i truley love you
no games, your right
i only wanted to say
i love you, goodnight.

i have no idea

hold your breath
soon you will feel nothingness
are you alive
or are you dead
we stare blankly into the green abyss
lips are moving
but the charlie brown teacher is all we hear
4 long years
of nothing gained
4 more years
and you have your self a degree