Only Dull People Are Capable Of Living Dull Lives Poem by Trunami ...

Thank you truth, and happy One for
the gift of knowing it to be
Only dull people are capable
of living dull lives, whether
imperfect or perfect

Me? Oh my, if perfection was
inherited my life -my energy -my fun
-my liveliness -my love -my passion
-my play would be out
of the bounds of imperfection
and dullness for sure

It often puzzles me how having
the capacity of 100% of our
minds, bodies, spirit and eternal life could
be viewed as dull?
Certainly its no fault to
the state of being itself,
only fault to the human being wasting it
(laughing) Viva La perfección!

I was thinking to myself today at
the park after playing a healthy game of
basketball, oiled with sweat, laying out on
the green, breathing deeply and
enjoying the near perfect weather here
in Arizona, that when perfection is
inherited I'd be able to
play basketball perfectly over eons

I'd be able to have a perfect orgasm,
have full use of the brain,
heal myself faster than Wolverine, and
live longer than demons
I'll run with it, I'll run with it, running faster than
life and out pacing the turns of earth
Awaiting for the end to
begin the beginning of the new

All the palm trees swayed
with glee over me, agreeing