One Percent:

Sure as the wind
Caught by the eye
Processed until it shines.
A thoughtful smile
A provoking style
Childish, yet deeply intertwined.
A forceful gaze
A displeasing ease
Masculine tones of rhetoric form absolutes
On blank covered stares.
Men on fire
Never seek common desire
And words will never break.
Not people or friends or a lost loves anger who forsake.
Not money or status
Or a good pair of legs while I’m at it
In jeans or ties that fit.
Not actions but a light that passes
That has us in its grip.
It’s sometimes loud but never speaks.
It fails on those who are weak.
This eternal might
Is a light that out shines
Human pride and conditions of the mind.
It can’t be bought
It can’t be taken
It can’t be changed
Or rearranged.
Call us fools
Or what have you
Judge us and be dismayed
For we are here to stay
To fight in delight
And maybe bring hope into the night.
To dream idly away
On those that will allow us to stay.

Copyright 2013 E.Perez