"Learnings"

 Learnings and leanings

So many lives I've learned

I've always loved you

So many lives were burned

In flames above you

A crystal sparkle on a higher plane

Of loving, never boring, never strained

Liquid love to swirl in depths, I fain

Loving all unshackled, unconstrained

A whisper still petitioning my ear

To roll unto the day as to the year

The blaze is burning brighter all the while

As love is learning soul as well as style

To keep from writing poem of a length

That strains your soul as well as all my strength

Suffice it all to say that cannot change

You are all the one to rearrange

I hesitate only because each of these poems today took about five minutes.  Like a cauldron blowing its lid.

Of course, it makes sense as I reread the poem.  Of course you have to lead the way.  Just as you have done throughout the ages.  The double entendre is paramount.

"Learning to be myself"

 Learning to be myself

A lesson I learned early, you must like that which you see

I stared into a mirror, liking every bit of me

Not the mirror, caused the quake

But, all of life was still at stake

So, mirror image left behind 'til now

Antics of an animal were not the killing cause

The lesson that I had to learn before I took a pause

When the past had been requited,

Blur became in focus

Now that blind become insighted

I change my base of locus

I changed the where and how

I turn my head from thoughts of past

That heavy weight, inertia massed

To ponder something more

At first, the thought that caught my mind

To seek the awe of man refined

But, now I know the score

The heart, in agony, cried out

No more the sturdy, studied, stout

The mind has always led the way

The heart cries out to learn the sway

Bursting forth from regions now unknown

The heart cries out to touch the mage's stone

To learn to be myself without the chain

Remitting all of life from pyre and pain

The heart will lead the way

"Quandary"

 Quandary

I've been trying to figure the breaking of cage

Leave it in rout, all the past off the stage (D.E.)

Leave all the stasis in energy burned

Enflamed like a match from the loving as learned

There's only one way that I see through the noise

To binding of joy with all patience and poise

As loving emerges on world-facing stage

The end to the dismally blinding world's rage

Is if I can see it in your eyes

Just so

" Always, always the bright side"

 Always, always the bright side

I wonder at times if I've needed this ache

This emptiest feeling of furious fire

The lifetimes of rampage with worlds still at stake

Due to internal furnace of flaming desire

Unrequited

It seems apropos that the madness it caused

Would drive me to stand against all of the odds

To seek out the sources and all of the flaws

To peer without flinching at bombast and gods

Uninvited

I wish that I knew without question or doubt

Those words from your lips were for me

That revel in ending would quench the last drought

And lift to the last, bel esprit

Reunited

There may be more.  This is as far as I could get without exploding.

All it ever takes is listening to your voice for just a moment.  All of the ache returns to the amplified levels of a supernova.