@@@ POEM: WHERE THE GRAPE GROWS?... WITHOUT THE SKIN?...

by PSG...

WHERE THE GRAPE GROWS THE MOST?...

SOUTH?... EAST?... WEST?... OR MAYBE ON THE NORTHERN COAST?...

WHERE IS THE LAND SO MOIST, YET AIR SO DRY?...

AFRICA?... SOUTH AUSTRALIA?... OR ANY OTHER PLACE OF NO CRY?...

WHERE THE AIR IS SO CHRYSTALY CLEAN?...

DOES NOT MATTER... WHEN YOU ACT LIKE A MR. BEAN!...

NOT A BEEN TO GROW WITH SOME GREEN!...

BUT A COMIC DUDE WHO MAKES YOU SMILE NO MATTER WHAT YOU'VE SEEN...

WHERE IS THIS PLACE WHERE PERFECTION IS?...

IS IT MAYBE WITHIN YOUR PANTS?... OR YOUR BRA?... OR WHEN YOU GIVE A WHIZ?...

WHERE THE GOD LOOKS FOR PERFECTION?...

IS IT IN THE ACTIONS OF OTHERS?... OR YOUR OWN INNER DETECTION?...

WHERE TO LOOK WHEN YOU CANT SEE?...

SAME AS ANY OTHER BLIND CREATURE... OR ONES WITH MANY PAIRS OF EYES?... LIKE A FLEA?...

WERE TO BE WHEN ALL IS PERFECT?...

WITHOUT?... WITH ME?... WITH YOU?... OR SIMPLY WITHIN?...

I CHOOSE ALWAYS THE LAST ONE!...

AS WITHIN SO ABOVE!... AS WITHIN SO BELOW!...

SOMEONE SMART ONCE SAID...

WHILE HE STAYED GLUED ON HIS OWN MED...

BEING ALIVE, MEANS NOTHING...

IF THERE IS NO ONE WITHIN... TO FEEL A THING...

SO, WHERE THE SKINLESS GRAPE GROWS?...

ONLY DENISE GODDESS OF US ALL IS TO KNOWS...

IS IT WITHIN HER OWN CHEST?...

DOES NOT REALLY MATTER, AS YOU KNOW YOU ARE ALWAYS BLESSED!...