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About jachso

Hey Destiny Poets. I live in Denmark about 90 km from Copenhagen and works in Roskilde as a teacher and mentor. I'm probably not like most men of my age and yes I am aged 50 years old. I've tried a lot of jobs without finding what I'm passionate about. Writing, I have always loved and I was probably just 14 years old when I produced my first poem. I have not yet been released some of my poems, but I hope it happens one day. I just finished a novel which I would like to have published, now the time and talent show whether I have the ability to write. Poetry has a special meaning for me and this is where I really feel at home. My life has sometimes been marked by many losses. In the mid eighties, I lost my fiance at the time when the accident happened was pregnant. She lost control of the car and drove herself and her child, who was on his way thereby, to death. It has really made its mark on my life and way of thinking. In the late nineties, I had problems with my back and had to seek other avenues to support myself. I finally decided to enroll at university and was admitted to the humanist line. I read philosophy, science, psychology, journalism and history, but philosophy and psychology is my major interest. I thrive today in the RUC aka Roskilde University just 25 km from Copenhagen. My job is to guide and teach, and it is a job with speed and that gives me a lot again. I have two collections of poems ready to be released, if I can find a publisher who will publish them. I have no children, it would obviously be my lot in life although I have tried, but luck never smiled at me that way. If you have any questions for me so I hope you just ask away all you want, I'll respond as soon as I have read the questions. With kindest regards from Jan Sorensen

I fear the day she leave.

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If I suddently go blind,
not losing my sight but more like my only friend.
What if my world disapear?
And the breath I need to take,
leaves with her.
What if there were no lies,
on the day that she leave me?
And the heart just suddently stop,
crumple and disapear into nothing.
I have nothing when she leave,
only the truth of absence.

A victim of emptiness,
leaving me in fear when the day come.
I will be more than broken if she leave,
more than torn apart and without hope.
I wonder where her fortress will be,
a place without roses or color.
The path to there is full of stones,
obsticles impossible to cross.
I really fear the day she leave.
Only one truth left to verify,
absence is all what is left for me.

If I go suddently blind,
and the Earth where I stand, vanish?
Only the exhale of my breath,
leaves me on the day she leave.
So what if I cry for one more time,
will it ever interfer with her choise?
I keep my eyes closed,
hide the reality behind dark eyelids.
I don’t have much more to say.
Only one thing come to my mind,
it’s the fear inside me when she leave.

After what…

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After this…
On the turning point, we now gaze back on what we left.
Talk is enough for where and who we are…way to much for us to cope.
Looking frail is what’s waiting for us in the not so far distance of existence
After Earth will be libarated, cleansed by Earth’s big swipe.
We stand stopped, we stod on remain’s and tread on our grand theft.
Under a barely recognisable sky, those below gasp for air and hope.
Over the peaks they see us with their twice stung shoulder’s and
gold-woven sixpence. After the last change in codes, they make sure the cure is ripe.

After…

After what, comes after the next after…
What comes after, after all is gone…
after we see it all fall…

These day we learn to let go and say goodbye.
Speechless we stand here without any word to say.
After all is gone out of our hands, what’s left is the true lie.
No one left to feel and descripe the feeling of the Sun’s warm ray.
Mostly we miss the close touch of skin, feeling the warm pulse of blood’s rush.
We are born with imaculate dreams, attached with strings we never even known.
The changes is not for those who can,
it’s for the few observing.
After the never seen sunrise, who see the sun melt into the golden sea.

After…
After what, comes after the next after…
what comes after, after all is gone…
after we see it all fall…

What will happen when life is faded and our monument’s crumple by the touch.
Like a sky we never seen here, alternated version’s of reallity roam
and never ever shown.
It’s sour indifferance in what we choose,
it’s all going round in an
everlasting ring.
Maybe we are ment to go blindly without the knowledge and never really be free.
These day’s we lost grib of our control,
if it was ever there.
Tired, we give in for the everlasting sleep hiding the imaculate dream.
After the curtain’s fall we feel the real tear of culture.
Day’s end up in a depived world where only emptyness send it’s lonely scream.

After that…

After nothing…. is nothing.

The art of being.

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The art in being me is experied.
The need for content grow bigger.
The soul still here searching.
The love inside me is getting old.
The pain I carry is what life steal.
The hurt I inflected others haunts me like a waving wail.
To find peace I went way to far to please.
My way to peace came with your truth.
The way to peace is covered in objection and your opponent words.
The way I grew courced me to fell of the track into sideshow’s.
The search for clarity was the quest alive inside me.
The time wasted internal to hold on to nothing but the believe, love killed by care.
I am.
I am.
I am holding on to a straw thinking it’s just destiny.

The art in me is mute.
The need for forgiveness is large.
The soul within me is restless.
The love I wish to share is on hold.
The pain I carry is to feel us all too real.
The hurt that I try to ignore throbs like a nagging hangnail.
The way to peace is allowing the tears to release.
The way to peace is self truth.
The way to peace is away from everything that is in opposition.
The way to growth is admittance of its need and application of effort.
The clarity I seek already lives within me.
The need for external validation, love and care is death.
I Am.
I Am.
I am moving towards my destiny.

The fear inside us.

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What if a new day never comes?
Stuck for an eternal winter or summer in nowhere.
What if we never see each other again?
Not only loses sight but a precious friend.

What if we step into a world lost to us?
A desert that never let us breath the air.
What if everything under us disappear?
An entropy gone out of it’s mind and tears everything apart.

What if we lost the ability to look ahead?
All frozen in a past by those who took it all with them.
What if the world under our feet completely disappear?
Nowhere we ever could call our home again.

What if there will be no more love to create?
As a singularity curves around everything and pulls it down.
What if I do not see you again tomorrow?
Footprints that are absolutely without an imprint.

What if the last day is the eternal night?
Time has always been our only treasure.
What if we never ever get enough?
Stiffened and locked up for an eternity in froth and lust.

You’re there.

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You’re there.

I know you’re out there, have seen you through my window.
I do not know why I run?
Maybe I’m just the one who sweeps?
Once I broke your heart.
Most of all you are probably the one I miss most of all now.

The most beautiful words are not mine, I’m just trying to look like those words.
Do you also listen to the gentle narrative of the wind?
Do you also let the light dazzle and just burn?
Once you were right here.
Most of all, I’m probably the one who’s never been there.

I was there with my collar turned up.
My head tucked behind protective hands.
Never more than half as strong as you.
You are where all dreams are lived.
You’re where I always count on you.

Can you hear it …

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A quiet whisper, a breeze from the high mountains.
Brings the scent of pine; spruce and Diesel, a breath from the Earth’s top that crumbles.
A lonely roll, a gentle touch from the last gasp of the sea.
Brings the scent of salt, water and decay, a breath from the blue mirror of the ocean.
A spasmodCan you hear it …ic vortex, a faint memory of the deep jungle.
Brings memories of everything, of all the existences that filled the Earth with life.
A burning wind, created by the hell we imposed on Earth in our assimilation.
Brings with the last sad message, one last thank you from all those who tormented for an extra dollar.

Can you hear it, it’s like Earth sounded as the crackle of fire consuming our home.
Brings in a blackened and collapsed world to replace us.
Can you hear it, an almost inaudible change in the sound of our voices.
Brings the silent prayer from the few who try to drown out the many.
Can you hear the soft whisper of the Earth’s lungs singing for the last time?
Brings the sound of silence over all of us and soon sings a completely different song.

My brother, where we once were.

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Behind all these days that have now passed, where we are now found worn, used and torn.
Can so easily remember that the light was differently soft where the heat flowed embracing sweetly swept.
The color of the grass did not matter where we went, it was all we gave and never what we got.
There was an islander we had to fear, the adults told us that if we saw him we would have to flee.
There was the old tramp, drinking straight clean booze, that no sense could reach, with the rubbing alchohol bottle colored in a delicate light blue.
Us hidden in the lap of the family were the few who were never held accountable, as if it could be us, they were to be hidden away like an ugly drawing.

We had an insatiable appetite for all that life hid, and preserved, yes there were also many things we forgot, now apearing as a haunt in all our dreams.
We got to sing the same songs over and over again, when all the boys were enemies and the girl our only friend.
At times, sure life would just go by without getting anything and never finding the dream we all saw.
We have taken such a painful farewell to the few we truly cared for, seen them disappear meaninglessly in the darkness and void of silence.
We had each other until life grew up; left us to grow up, left us and took the best we gave and now we are alone at the top of life.
Our whole life only led here, where all pain always sings the same sad song.

There was so much fun; play, love and laughter, yes much more than any of us ever grasp.
What we were in those glorious days, we both know now that they will never return.
We said goodbye and saw each other again in every way we could, reunited where love reigns.
I never think I got to say it in my own words, but we ruled damn this Earth.
As we were the only ones and the few, I now know that we were all wiser in what we did and what we saw.
Alone we can not travel on the path we left, so friends please stay and let’s sing one last song for what is left for us.

Thinking.

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Thinking of tomorrow …
With the sunrise in your eyes …
Words so strong that they tear the heart to pieces …
Do I need to say so much ..?

Thinking of tomorrow …
With the last rays of the sunset trapped in a tear …
I feel that everything has become pure sorrow …
Do I need to say more now ..?

Thinking of tomorrow …
With the sunset bleeding on the sea of life …
I feel life so infinitely empty again …
Does it have to end like this every time ..?

Thinking of tomorrow …
With the sunset forever captured in my mind …
I miss you…
I need to say this …

Lost nothing but won everything.

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I can almost disappear into you.
Often I catch myself in losing myself.
Let a finger slide down your cheek.
The warm gaze of your eyes heals my mind.
The fine lines that draw my feelings.
I know you’ve chased away all the ghosts of the past.

So incredibly naive I once was … but.
I do not want to lose.
I lost nothing years ago,
nothing but the illusion of the perfect.
Back then I could only lose.
Simple when everything is lost … you can only win.
I have learned that … and can not lose.
In this moment which I hope will last forever,
I won everything when I lost it all.

Your searching hand tells you will find me.
A quiet shake within me created by you.
All my dreams put in your fine little hand today.
You made me so strong and never again will I be weak.
You found me in the middle of a chaos and a life where the pain was bad.
I had to travel a thousand of miles to find my home.

Life is a magic deja vue,
we think we have seen it all before.
Some other time … from someone we once thougt we knew.
Lost in you I won it all.
You saw beyond the past and future and gave me today.
Somehow in the mist of life the sun shine above.
Follow the trail of the brave that lost everything.
Somehow life always copy it self,
in order to stay alive it might lose a few times but always win.

Single.com …

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I like your bulletin …
Maybe you notice it …
Indifferent pictures of animals …
Foolish videos of idiocy …
Meeting your family …
Laughing a bit of the same jokes …
Filling your page with icons …

I like your pun …
maybe not even your own …
No matter Details of the adage that says nothing …
The follies disguised as truth …
Meeting them with acceptance and smile …
Smile sweetly and so damn rancid …
Filling your page with the same …

A heart jubilant when you click a little on me …
A likening indefinitely …
A heart that lives by this deception …
Like your like, a little hope raises, likes inside of me …
The moment when the screen goes dark …
Get up and go to the window …
Saw you leave for work as you pass by …
I know I have to get out too …
Eight hours before I see you again …

A breath becomes dew on my window …
So many couples hand in hand …
A longing painted on my window …
So I catch blindly the view of you following your hand …
All other living life out there …
My life appeared to have become old tape …

I like the picture of yourself …
maybe they are not from today …
Pointless comments only lie a little …
Foolishly believing you were commenting on mine …
Meetings here is only absence and emptiness …
Smiling broadly even when the tears flowing down …
Filling yourself with dreams that never gonna happen …

I like all the beauty you posses …
maybe you will not see the hidden admiration …
Indifferent thankfullness drown my attempt …
Foolishly believing you would notice me …
The meeting never going to happen …
Smile congealing in the cold screen …
Fill me with hope while gushing out …