A Welcome Respite

[evangelion_100]

Good people
are so rare to
find
that when I do
I am tempted
to chain myself
to their hearts
and shelter them
from these
things
called people
that surround them
(shelter them
from this thing
I call myself)

we are muted
representations
of grace
permutations
of something defiled
grand misunderstandings
burning in a fire
fueled by faith
and unnecessary fears

Good people
are hard to find
(not those awkward aberrations
drowning in surreality
those that laugh
nervously,
desperately
after every word spoken
the ones
who are consumed
by insecurities and fear
those
who relish intolerance
and idiocy
or those
who feign kindness
to please or placate others
out of fear
for the other's fear
and let their beliefs
be dictated
by silence
apprehension
and trepidation

not those who cherish ignorance

or turn away
from this world
when this world is
all
that we have)
the compassionate ones
that explode
and search endlessly
for change and meaning
relentlessly iconoclastic
and warm
granting tranquility
with their smiling eyes
to those that ask

Most people
are forgettable
and I pray
that they
will forget me
but I hope that
you
will remember
me