Whose dreams are fatal
They cause the snake’s milk to run and curdle
I want the angel
Whose darkness doubles
It absorbs the brilliance of all my troubles
I want the angel
That will not shatter
Every time I whisper, “Girl it does not matter”
I want the angel
Who’s got the proof
She signals her devotion from the rails on the roof
I want the angel
That comes to stay
She don’t let lawyers and ambition lead her away
I want the angel
Whose eyes are raving
Who takes what I’m giving and not what I’m saving
I want the angel
Whose bones are so sharp
That they can break through their own excuses
Well, to be a blind man,
Hey, that would be a fine thing
Then I could dream at night of total strangers
And all the music would be so spaceless
And all the women would be so faceless,
They’d be so faceless they’d be like old film
Just like old film I never did process
I want the angel
That knows the sky
She got virtue, she got the parallel light in her eye
I want the angel
That’s partly lame
She filters clarity from her desperate shame
I want the angel
That knows rejection
Who’s like a whore in love with her own reflection
I want the angel
Whose touch don’t miss
When the blood comes through the dropper like a thick red kiss
If I could break through I could be certain
But this obsession is like some fiery curtain
All the numbers reduced to zero
And those who died young, they are my heroes
They are my heroes, they took the walk
Where the heart made sense and the mind can’t talk
I want the angel
Whose child don’t weep
She’s got dreams designed for eternal sleep
I want the angel
That will not change
Into a four-legged monster in love with the strange
I want the angel
That never chooses
And don’t come running back every time she loses
But I want the angel that never loses.
--Jim Carroll
"James Dennis 'Jim' Carroll (August 1, 1949[4] – September 11, 2009) was an American author, poet, , and punk musician. Carroll was best known for his 1978 autobiographical work The Basketball Diaries, which was made into the 1995 film of the same name, starring Leonardo DiCaprio as Carroll." Read more: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Carroll
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Orb's, I wish I understood this type of poetry, or most poetry for that matter. I guess not being a reader didn't help much? I read the WIKI on this person. Quite interesting. Hellava basketball player, to music, and poetry. I guess It all makes sense, except the Basketball? Unusual transition, I suppose drug induced?
I like the rhyming, style and the meter, but I don't agree with the message.
Personally, I wouldn't want someone who felt it alright to only give a part of themselves and save or hold back on what they give. The real beauty of each of us lies in our differences. Life is too short to pattern our behavior on worry about how others percieve you.
The poet is selfish and speaks only of his own wants and wishes. A bit creepy and totally missing comfort
And softness in which strength is given to another. Too macabre in part.
How come Macabre has an "R" In It? The people that discovered these words were idiots. Perhaps, I should sit here and write a dictionary called the "Common Sense Dictionary" or would that be "Koman Sentz Dickshunary"
I think It's a drug induced dream? Perhaps the misery of drug addiction? The reference to " those who died young" " they are my hero's " they don't suffer any longer? He wants to quit, but can't? Strange and thought provoking. MACOB
I like your dickshunarie, Toad. Makes more cents!
I think he is in some type of delirium and is indeed
Influenced by something that has a hold on him and can not shake. Macabre is a French word, btw.
Jim Carroll was not a stranger to drugs. He died young, perhaps because of abuse?
Poetry is a lot like music in that you like or "get" some, but don't like or don't get some others. I can't stand rap, and I haven't been much of a fan of jazz, though that's changing.
When I first thought of posting Jim Carroll, I thought about his song, "People Who Died." Then I remembered that he was a poet, too. He was part of that punk, new wave music of the 70's, like Patti Smith. In fact, the video briefly shows the exterior of CBGB's, where a number of punk legends were born.
BL, I know It's French, and I don't understand why we don't have an American Dictionary? We have all of these words from other places. I alway's like the one on Wedding Invites. The Honour of your presence. Honor my ass "Bring a nice gift you cheap SOB"
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