People Can Be Good

People Can Be Good
© Surazeus
2025 08 14

After Plato reveals the ideal Chair, 
that vibrates with essence of its true purpose, 
I sit on concept of its sturdiness, 
then lift angelic quill of timeless truth 
to write map of the world in lines of verse 
expressing love for weird reality. 

Ungrateful ignorance of the cracked mirror 
exposes sweet rainwater of despair 
that flows with lambent horror of respect 
from brute unwillingness of honest men 
to criticize deception of the church 
in harmony with stillness of the lake. 

Secretions of absent thought clutter hope 
with pure contamination of concern 
ensconced with sinister presence of love 
that muzzles frozen smiles of honesty 
riveted at parade of overlords 
who scatter skulls of gods on marble floors. 

Exception to confinement rules reverts 
all closing arguments to baseless fear 
surprised by boredom of the humble king 
who sifts through evidence of brutal crimes 
to judge the devil with assertive laws 
through occasional whispers of sweet lies. 

Harsh hunger of communion with the dead 
excels in tentative conclusions formed 
by reasonable doubt in windowless rooms 
where faceless ghosts riot for better pay 
till bud of contingency blooms from graves 
through disagreement of fierce gratitude. 

False evidence that birds know how to flow 
should clarify why invisible hands 
veil horrible accident of lost love 
with tattered curtain of heavenly hope 
despite assurances through martyrdom 
that true love shall nullify tedium. 

Assurance of redemption, before death 
erases sorrow and joy from aching hearts, 
encourages every fool to sing hymns 
with cunning trial of resourcefulness 
that never matches strange alternatives 
to purchase wish fulfillment from their god. 

Extending upturned palms of clemency, 
long empty of our pregnant solitude, 
we listen to silence for Word of God 
that whispers in leaves of old apple trees 
instead of shouting loud in hurricanes 
because we believe people can be good.