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Offline Bohm

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Bettelheim's Truths
« on: August 29, 2007, 04:30:22 AM »
Your motherless addictions
Laying faceless in the mud
Hoping the sky comes falling
And loses all its lifeblood

Orphans on the corner
With narry a penny to their name
As strangers walk by
Passing judgment and refusing blame

As the roof rises away
Into the endless night
I ponder upwards
At the sky’s own kite

As the world fades into orange and blue
I begin to wonder if Bettelheim was true

The road is made of steel
And the street is full of glass
As it’s passengers just float
Hoping it’s a bad dream ready to pass

As the keys to the earth
Fall silently to the floor
I see my knowledge
Lingering amongst the gore

As the world fades into pettiness too
I begin to accept that Bettelheim was true

Peering off into the distance
At something that isn’t real
You’re startled to see
The world begin to peel

As the world fades into the loneliness of two
I’ve realized that Bettelheim wasn’t true

Written by Greg Kasbohm August 28, 2007
I want a white bread life
Just something ignorant and plain

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Bettelheim's Truths
« Reply #1 on: September 01, 2007, 10:26:08 PM »
I like the way this one reads. Excellent.

The name Bettelheim in the 'chorus'....are you refering to the Freudian analyst Bruno Bettelheim?
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Bettelheim's Truths
« Reply #2 on: September 03, 2007, 04:46:36 PM »
the one and only :P
I want a white bread life
Just something ignorant and plain

Money may not buy you love, but it will buy plenty of hookers and blow - Me
Life is like walking into a room.  People notice you when you make a grand entrance, but people remember you when you make a grand exit - Me