Emotional Spillage .....

An Overflowing Cup


My heart sits on the shelf of time
Space
And a fractured face
That’s twisted, torn, battered and bruised
Used over and over again
As a remnant of a perpendicular circumference

And that circle is a mere journey to a destination
That seems more and more like clandestine malfeasance,
Treason to the reality of what should be
And instead, what is

And the ‘what’ of it all
Is my overflowing cup
A cup of love, purity of emotion
A commotion that’s transcended into a proclivity
Habitual circumstance
A dance round and round the reality of desire
And has produced a fire that will never tire
Growing higher and as it is now,
Spinning out of control
With a life of its own, fully grown
And yet, with preponderance of a child
In that the truth comes out without boundary
And without hesitation,
The manifestation of it all has resulted
In the overflowing of this cup

That resembles my heart

From this, I should never part
Never stray
Never deny
And never say that it never was
That the emotion of it all wasn’t real

I did feel
I did see
I did know
And the glow of what I felt, saw and knew
Continues to refresh my mind
Like the dew in the morning

Sprinkling into an overflowing cup