Joy Of Misery Poem by Sami Gjoka

Like a boat that came aground from a lengthy stay at sea
We descended hills of Buddha, praying at each holy sight
Strolling down, through the city to enjoy the scenery
Where earthly sins of human drink the fountains of divine
To soothe but for just a moment pains of constant misery.
The pain grown like a serpent to spell venom in each vein
Pulled by seductive women, so gorgeous, so awesome
That are just a bit unbuttoned, —just above the ample bosom
And for just a tiny smile to shine the most darkest aisle
Breaking the most loyal vows, they bloom lilies in their mouths,
And their eyelids, black and pink,
Teasing, blinking to wink,
Drop like curtains going down
Hiding in a tiny moment, melting powers of that eye
Just a trick, and very simple for the men that pass there by,
To get closer.

Who can now say volcanoes happened only underground?
Who can now say the softness is but at the touch of silk?
Who can now say that clouds blocked the brightness of the sun
When clouds and water touch each other in your brain
Seeing those so vast and plenty, you feel like a hurricane
But again so hot and sexy—they are skilled to stop and tame
They are lush that thrives and grows—grown for provoking games
Growing soft and growing gently, they spark fires of desires
Deep into bewildered eyes
Fires that extend their arms
Beyond the outer space
Where demons have been chased, to be hidden, to reside
By the strength of our morals
But it’s in these very moments when they’ll come again
Because every single angel must have come from sins of might
And the sins will be forever the magic of every night.

They are casus of the yearning at the depth of every soul
If you ever have been eating any pastry home alone
Then you surely must have seen on your fingers sweet cream
And you know that the finger, the more creamy, the more deeper
To the mouth. So they come,
With candy blades of tongue,
Your lipsplitter, they become
And if getting a bit drunk
Gets sweeter even more
Their skirts shorten on and on
Till you see the narrow thong
Growing thinner, sinking deeper
You feel stronger, you feel young
You feel bolder, you feel bigger.

Oh those lovely, yummy, dishy, grabbing, touching you sweetly
For the drinks and for the girls, pulling gently you inside
Used by many, many farangs(1) that come from beyond the sea
Scorched by fires of misfortune, lacking flowers on their life
At the glare of such abundance going nuts, and going blind
Running crazy to the flowers, as if lucky honeybees
Where lust of Kamasutra (2) brings dead passions still alive
They go on a spending spree until not a single dime
Have their wallets that got empty
Not a dime or not a penny,
No will to love or fight
Deeper into misery
Again at the end of journey
Darker than the darkest night.

[1]: Farangs, pronounced falangs in Thai—meaning foreigner