(a diddy I wrote, that evolved as it came)

I've listened to the stars
of many years collected
like precious stones
picked up along trails
of blood, sweat,
trails of tears gone running
gasping, tripping over emotions
too big to scream in one
setting, so I ran
collecting and kicking compact dust particles
wasping in my lungs, exhaust pipes.
There was a time I breathed

only pine needles, and pollen
coated so thick the glass windows
of my heart --left residue
that not even newspaper could remove
But now I breath your exhaustion
the smog covering the clear blue skies
of your eyes
You look like shit
so I suggest for this year you claim to be
one of change--
if you desire to remove the body bags
from beneath your eyes you might think
to sleep, perhaps you will come to the great revelation
that you are no Messiah and you were only Called here
to love, 
not save
this godforsaken world