I sit at my computer creating verse
Been doing just this for seems ages
Spending massive my amounts of time
Within my mind endless as if pages
I love good conversation but no soul
Ever calls with time upon the hand
And if so it's more like chatter box
Endless teromology I don't understand
Good once more as the race of chatter
Gone and silece creeps back slowly so
I adore constructive conversation but
Their minds don't seem to as if know
Only an open mind ever learns anything
Or one that wants to know more of life
Few callers ever sit chat of anything
And conversation does'nt like my wife
So I study yet more of past and predent
Though the present scares me thus to say
Their big game of one impressing others
Religions politics amother passing day
Can't recall good conversations enjoyed
Thirsts for knowedge come what ever may
My years of study been gone forever more
Waiting like a last good guy to pass away
With voices of a scaldered cat they sing
Karioki to drive the dead still insane
If I was where I come from with my car
I'd fill it up and go chase outback rain
Just two ith wine and some conversation
Along a river or in a comfy big old chair
Two of best alone in comfort with interest
talking of things loved and could't bare
Openly in all honesty regardless of what
Knowing none of shall be repeated around
Trusting thought out wisdom and advise
Both ways vice versa and breaking ground
Chatting of emotions feelings and love
Things they always wished they'd known
Much they often wondered about in time
Of deepest winds within not yet ever blown
Even orgasmic magnetic magic two can create
In a monent of two becoming more so one
A man and a woman in deepest conversation
Things gone was once things wished done
Different ways of looking at life so true
Things having known they could not explain
Little things they in life simply love so
Others that once caused them un-wanted pain
In relaxation friends opening minds thoughts
The I've often wondered about that as well
Real good honest open conversation rewarding
First time as if one leaving the actual shell
It does'nt happen where I am in life true
Almost every soul avoids conversations to say
Seems they'd rather wonder why locked up
And as if choose to grow old and die that way
So almost once again such thus passes on bye
Most avoiding the learning post best can do
And conversation in any shape or even form
As good as becomes something forgotten true