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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

Best friends, worst enemies.

Best friends worst enemies.

Our meeting is stormy as a winter night.

Never quite know if it’s like the affectionate or the crazy cat.

We wrap around each other melting soft like warm water,

Or will we come off as ravaged by a tear crate.

Best friends worst enemies…

Someone we just know…

Shit that’s just happens….

It is us ourselves that we disgrace…

Will you fight me again every night?

Like the gentle human or the mad cat.

Embrace my heart and crush your treasure.

I give my worse in retaliation for our love and everything else on a silver plate.

Best friends worst enemies.

No one knows us.

Shit it is out of our hands.

It is our hearts that we break.

My heart has learned to love to hate you.

I know it’s the best of each of our moves.

Life is more than the insulating play.

Of the two of us, only you and me are now.

Best enemies worst friends.

We got that on our teeth.

We have let go of our hands. That’s where it all ends.

It’s been a little quiet …

It’s kind of the same every day …

keep the insecurity away and just get up …

That’s how little my thoughts are layered …

keep life away and pay it with my body …

It’s a bit like this, every single night …

keep hope up with duvets that never get warm …

It’s so little I finally find the treasure of sleep …

hold out just a few more days in my own arms …

Quiet in the dark night alone with dreams …

lying in bed with thoughts trapped in fear …

Quiet thoughts so endlessly tender …

quietly I let everything fall into the gap …

It’s kind of the way life goes …

held apart and let most things go the wrong way …

It’s kind of like I’m nowhere to be reached …

hold on to dreams no one can get…

neither you nor me all just an immaculate phantom  …

It’s kind of weird that someone just wants it dark …

hold back and never let a stranger in…

as everything can be change to hope …

It’s kind of weird that we choose to live in a lonely drought …

keep to ourselves and isolate ourselves…

far away where no one walks and talks …

Quietly we disappear away in a noise of empty shattered memories ….

quiet every day because there is no faith …

nor does there exist any hate…

Quietly I take off and put on my same clothes …

quietly stands one evening my worn out shoes …

What ever happened?

What ever happened…

What happened to us?

What happened to our future?

The dreams seem so infinitely far away.

Days are going to fill weeks; yes months and years.

Every night they are born again in endless pain.

Come here and lets try it all again.

Perhaps it’s just the scream and the echo of the past.

To remember…

To do…

To hold…

To never let go

What happened to us?

The dreams we printed into stone and silicon.

Weeks pass by, which fill months and years.

Every minute we look back to a safe haven.

Come closer to me again.

You seem so faded in your light.

Maybe it was because we promised words we could never keep?

So now we can’t see what’s us.

What ever happened to us?

Fight…

Honestly…

The ideal …

Fearless in fear …

What did you and I like?

Are we in any way alike?

We dream to dream but far to quickly.

Months pass away, yes years and forever in oblivion.

Each step takes us a bit further away.

Come and tell me that it wasn’t just a dream.

I no longer feel your gentle touch cover my mind.

There is no way I see you as before, or I may have gone blind.

I reach for you for a very last time to feed your dreams.

But what ever happened to you and me, my heart keep screaming.

It must be another person’s touch now really making you dreaming.

Never knew

I consider in silence the loneliness our world possesses.

Like an air bubble rising from the depths of the sea

and slowly floats up and breaks in the sunlight of the surface.

I never really knew how quiet the loneliness is,

But now I can tell about its unbearable rage.

I consider in silence what I have become in this world.

Thoughts rise from the depths of oblivion

and sweep me over, devouring, like the ever greedy waves.

I never really knew that so much pain would come my way,

by taking the journey back to what it once was.

I consider the silence of a life that no one in the world possesses.

Like a breeze that wants to lift your hair so gently

and kiss your cheek almost unnoticed in your mind.

I never really knew there was so much sadness forgotten,

but within us were all our feelings and we knew it somehow.

I consider in silence the few traces I put in this world.

Few and rare as the imprints put in fresh snow

and now melted away and ran back to the depths of the sea.

I never really knew it was so easy to see

how it all should be without even having to speak a word.

It’s not the truth…

We are lead to believe, believe the most suited truth is to believe them…
No one ask why, no need to argue over settled truth…
At the moment it is religion and from where you came…
Yes, even the color of your skin defines you and what you are…

On every Continent they bow for God…
Like us like them, as below as above we look the same…
There is only one race of human, neither black or white…
but uniform with shades of color…

If they tell you that you are less, they are the makers of all mess…
God is the same for you and me, as weird as it can be…
We share the same soil and live from what we can harvest…
We live and die in the same way, even if we go astray from time to time…

Christians waiting for salvation, Jews for the new King and Muslims for a new prophet…
The believe is the same we all know,
only the shades of color defines us, they posture this so hardheaded…
Look inside your next and you will see your self…
Stop the hate and turn away from weapons and violence, I beg…

We are kept on the brink of oblivion…
They want us there to win and succeed…
Our power lie in the amount of believers of the truth…
We have the supreme power to change it all back to a Paradise…

I owe it to you.

When I go a star slowly fades away into darkness.

You will become a new and another better you,

and never lose your mind or being held in fear.

You will see the stars reappear, oh see the flares.

You will not feel the cost of the pain, oh no at all,

because someday I have to realize what I gave might be so wrong.

You’re better off being there beside honor and truth,

so let me just go, let my footsteps evaporate.

Under all this, is what I see and what I did by myself.

The gift I have, I shall no longer carry.

Underneath all that was, I should never get in the way of you again.

The gift I had should never unfold again and only a silence will fill you up now.

When I’m gone, my star fades away and burn out.

So you have to find yourself a new one in heaven.

You will not get more words and no more tears,

be contemt in where you should sail, oh so lonely on your trail..

You no longer need to cry about what you lost, oh no at all.

Someday you wake up happy and thank me for being away.

You just need to be strong until I’m completely gone.

Underneath all that lies here, is what I did and probably still is acounted for.

The gift I got from it, I have to bear forever and thank you.

Underneath all what’s left of me now,

you will  see the way is free and unobstructed for you.

The gift I have, I still can’t divulge but just let it talk loudly now,

I know how ambiguously it all appear but I owe it to you.

Weird.

It’s a little weird

to have been so lonely,

and then to be filled up with almost too much.

and now loneliness wants it’s emptiness back

Can you imagine how I feel?

It’s a little weird

having been so engrossed in happiness,

and then to be deprived of love,

and now only want the infatuation back.

Can you imagine how loneliness feels?

It’s a little weird

that we talked to each other every single day,

and now only a few text messages written in a hurry on the phone,

and the impossible thought to try to understand what went wrong.

Can you imagine the pain it left inside me?

It’s a little weird

having lived the dream in the shadow of your blaze,

to wake up to a swallowing nightmare consuming all bliss,

and only want to go back to sleep and into the dream again

Can you imagine how lost and exhausted I am?

It’s a little weird

to have loved so strongly

and to have proven the obvious with so much care

and after living the impossible dream to come to terms with nothing

without any amnesty or pardon

Can you imagine the conscious oblivion agonies ?

How much I missed you…

These feelings for you now has been there from the first moment I saw you.

Somehow always sure in my heart and mind why I can’t let you go.

You have stood up and fought for what you believe is the love inside me.

My temptation seduced every fiber inside, and your being lead me to never let go.

How much I love you I rarely shown…

always afraid to bow my head to wear that crown…

How much I love you, you might never have known…

Me in my state of being my promise stated, you will never end up all alone…

How much I missed you… these words to you now has never been so hard and so easy to say.

Somewhat ambivalent in my hate to missing you and in my love for you.

You have been a part of my life for so long now but I need to tell you this.

My imagination seduced me so often but you always put the truth in my heart.

How much I missed you I have never shown…

always so afraid you would bring me down…

How much I missed you, you have never known…

Me always out there searching for you before I drown…


The noise inside my head.

It came without a warning, without any kind of drumming.

Sneaking in like summerbrises, like a lifetreatning crisis.

What before once sounded wain, now the noises fall like rain.

I felt I saw the blooming light and didn’t realized my coming fight.

Paralyzed in fright, never mended the numb night.

The room silently and quietly, sounding like blades grinding easily.

As did the Sun set and would never to me rise again, the end of days.

The evil dream I always have, came in to shape my shadow reflection.

The noise inside my head, want,s me to stay in bed.

The noise inside my brain, it is driving me insane.

This infernal sound making me go more than blind.

This noise I can’t escape, still bares my humble shape.

Color and light is not the same, I know I am to blame.

Imagine the loss of movement and the lack of strenght.

When your body dont reply to your comand and your life turning into sand.

My days seems filled with sounds but it is nearly just pure noise.

The eveningsky is the same show as is the morningglow.

All left is the noise inside my brain, and I am not wain.

Before I tolerated all kind of sound, now it is in my brain bound.

A heart can never be shattered, it will end up crushed and scattered.

The noise inside my brain, reminds me to mark my stain.

The noise inside my head, gave me nothing but the scary thing I read.

This life become so much more a fight and so much more a roaring night.

The noise inside my head, want,s me to delete all before it is even said.

I missed it.

Oh I miss these eyes

below the mountains…

Watch the flower flaming bright,

draw us into a everlasting darkness…

Oh I see the fire….

Will you ever remember me as one who’s flame burned only for you?

If I see the fire inside the Mountain, cover my eyes to protect me from the light…

if I shade my eyes to avoid the pain in loosing all of you once again.

But will you ever see my true face and bow to say I accept…

So see me burn like the darkest ocean in the sunset.

I burn my self into the night…

On and on like the light coming from the lighthouse,

and leaving it in the same moment… forever locked.

I know you never forget love and beauty…

but my insatiable flame scorched the ground you walked upon,

and I stay as a nasty stain on your white veil…

I now know it is not in the way you feel,

it is so embedded in all your doings.

I excuse you from the pain and apology…

memories is for those who feel and follow.

Only for the few to feel as we should…

to be there were we matter the most.

I woke up crying once again,

and I slip into the eternally sleep we agreed.