Cordelia was the daughter of King Lear
In a play written by William Shakespeare
That's up for debate
I think it's too late
To find out the answer I fear
FLATTERY NOT KIND
play of Shakespeare
mad King Lear...fool —
a mere mirror
1/31/2019
Three daughters of King Lear. Cordelia would speak the truth. The other two killed the King with flattery winning an inheritance. They were traitorous thus a tragedy ensues.
How like a monster is my fear of pain
Expanding to fill all my heart and mind
Swelling like a giant sponge in the rain,
This fear begets new feelings more unkind.
For humans being chased by lions fierce,
Fear gives us the strength to dash away.
But when by inner turmoil we are pierced
We cannot run yet need not be its prey.
Most strange ,we need to do what we most fear;
Walk towards the pain with curious calm.
As else we may be maddened like King Lear
With no Cordelia to bring us balm.
To feel in proper ratio to our pain.
We need perception,grace and all their gains.
I am Cordelia in King Lear
My love to you cannot be expressed
With meaningless words the man created.
I know you will never ask me
Or ever wanted to know
Because my deeds surely tells you
All the words you want to hear
told me today to rest
and have more play
Beltane may be her day
yet called upon
she'll thaw your lil feelin's
like our alice in wonderland
embarrassed and bewildered
there's nothing to be done
love love love love love the best I can
not to be cold judge
thanks for the reminder
I'm 'posed to be the
grown up here
life experience to share
but only when asked, duh
kiss kiss hug hug
(think this is supposed be rap?!??!!)
Across the ocean and clear blue sky
For reason, what purpose I kept wondering why?
Dear Lord thou knowest is this the right choice
Comforted and strengthed by the still small voice
I saw her that day my heart did pound
God's will in the Midwest at last I had found
The maker more perfect than a human scout
His ways and purpose past finding out
Dear love in sweet tones I call out to thee
In trembling I wonder will she go with me?
Together to dwell in sweet harmony
Held fast by God's hands in holy matrimony
Cordelia lies on silk
her skin as white as milk,
supported on her side,
hand held to her hair.
She poses all the while,
with enigmatic smile,
she gazes long and wide,
at things which are not there.
Cordelia dreams away
as naked as the day,
brushes dipped in oils
then to the canvas pressed.
She doesn’t move an inch,
does not flicker, does not flinch,
her hair like golden coils
cascading to her breast.
Cordelia froze for hours,
her sex that so empowers
the intellect and heart,
her body realised.
She hardly seems to breathe,
and all that see believe
when she becomes their art
she is immortalised.
Cordelia hungers deep
with secrets she must keep,
and paints orgasmic fires
with brushes of her own.
She is a true abstraction,
a beauteous abreaction,
and all that she desires
is all she’s ever known.
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