Just Thinking Poem by Job Laz

Lying on the bluesy edge of aging tales,
Filling in with silence the aches that gay fully lingers,
Moving round and round,
Rolling over and over
To hush the voice that threatens… speak.
In my empty stretch I hear the animation of my heart
Clutching hard against the breezy wind,
Trying too hard to squeeze in as the homecoming train ranges,

Fades…
Now still probing; tearing about the helm of my wishes-
That got me nothing but a snooze,
In a getaway I brawl to attend laughter
For my mind eluded my will and diffused my effect,

Soon I emerged upon the still clinging jingles of time
As my imagination ran wild;
In a lounge of opulence I beheld myself
Feasting at large on the crystal flask,
Sipping away the hurt of my years as the sun bends to excite my will with beaming excellence,

Just a track ahead
I saw my stallion hoot to my avalanche of gusto,
An omen of ravishing sweetness;
In my fingers a signet of ruby
A talisman of office,

In my eyes rays of pride glitter like thunderbolt
Blinding out traces of slim rivalry,
Oh what a tyrant I will make
A puppet to none but me,

How about a huge purse
Staked with glamour and life,
A slushy fire of pain
And a robe of gloom,
How about I dust my face with ash of priceless worth?

Like an outcry- upshot
I rustle to part my streaming lids
To gaze with endless joy
That I wasn't the Man I saw; that my power was but a dream.