My Comical Expression. Poem by Noorie Ali

Jokes I share maybe my last laughter.
I am a comic here, not after.
Sequences of cheeriness amaze me.
As I hurry to a near by stage.
Where there be no loopy faces,
Merely.
Big reflective eyes, that be shining.
In the dark torch of fanatic stretch.
It may be a pleasant moment for now.
Some how, this second is to end.
Delightful, kindness-sharing words of security.
My core trembles of a thought of dismissal, the way I see creatures to be harmful.
Maybe I don’t care of any smiles. For I share a minute in bliss and mind peace.
To be a performer to only me.
Stood, alone carelessly.
Frozen to ice in the hope of heat.
To melt my emotion down beneath,
To,
This blazing fire in the ring of love.
Not war!
To soar against all others. To be of noble stars.
Jokes I share shall forever remain full of flowers.
For I be true. My loyally may see me through.
To slapstick filled with joyful colour.
Black, Blank views.
Elite I may be not!
Beauty will endlessly be white with scarlet blossoming roses.
On a canvas so high.
One day in the night.
When, the traffic lights will roll. With cars, and cops on patrol,
The street bulbs are lit.
The hectic earth sings sounds of each entity
The jokes I share will one day be infinity.