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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

A minute of your time.

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May I have a minute of your time..?
So that I can introduce myself…
Your eyes caught my eye…
Your voice set my heart on fire…
And I couldn’t turn away …
I just need a minute to introduce myself…
I want to be your past, present and future…
“Hello, do you want to know my name”?

A minute…
Isn’t nearly enough time…
May I have an hour of your time..?
I know your name…
but I want to know more…
Where are you from..?
What do you like to do..?
What makes you tick..?
I want to know about your childhood…
From where do you really come..?

An hour….
I need more than a hour…
You have tapped into all of my interests…
You make me laugh…

You sure make me cry…

You made me laugh …


You made me cry…
You’ve shocked me…
And you’ve got me hesitant to say good-bye…

A week…
Please give me just one week…
Surely I’ll never be weak…
In a week I will drink in all of you…
You pick a location…
I’ll tap into every sensation…
Oh, how I love the time I have With you…

The time…
Where has the time gone..?
As I now kneel before you…
Asking you for a lifetime…

A whole life with me…

Sealed by our hands folded around fingers…


A lifetime to spend with me…
As you hold my hand in yours…
And a tear forms in my eye…
A lifetime with you is all I ever wanted…
When I asked for a minute of your time…

Simple as I am.

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The sound of laughter sing the beautiful song of what we once were.
The song of what we are right now is the beauty of what we have to show for.
It’s here…it’s right now…it’s there…it’s all that’s ever were.

Your call’s to me sound like the drums of acient Africa oh yes like the sound of Druid song’s.
Since I met you there has been no fumbling in the dead of night oh no but the blaze of sun and stars.
Its us…it’s us here now…it’s us there…we are all that’s ever were.

Unreality grows like the thief of the ivy and cover’s what’s not worth keeping.
We harvested it as crops and they quenched our hunger while covering the sadness of our world.
It’s the truth…it’s we as us…It’s the blinding light we emits…we can outshine it all.

It’s like the enchanting sound of oum at a Buhdda meditation, the same tone repeated to keep the trance.
Perfectly we let everyone else sing along in their own way as a song by a heavenly angelic choir.
It’s not just us…it’s all of us…it’s all we share…all of us is all that ever were.
We must pay tribute and attention to each other, the same as we also care for our loved ones.
Like Kant, “Act so that humanity in your own person as well as in any other person is never treated only as a means, but always also as a goal”.
It’s all of us…it’s who we are…it’s all we should stribe for…it should be all of us

Slowly everything falls.

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So quietly and so unnoticed do shadows slide away in the black night.
I step where we put our feet in a past treasure.
I quietly whisper your name, but hear only echoes of the sad whispers of the winds.
As quietly as they whisper your name too, but the call is hardly heard as insistent.

So quiet are my steps as subdued rubs in the loose gravel, I’m missing the beat and stride of your footsteps right now
I see shadows and silhouettes we know so well, but nothing looks so familiar anymore you.
I just know that you quietly fade away, for every step I take there increases the distance.
So quietly a tear runs down my cheek, why did you find another to follow you.

So quietly and slowly everything falls apart and I miss you in this dark world.
I no longer hear your voice in my ear, forgotten are all the words we told in our journey.
I feel like you’re slowly falling away from me, but forever I will keep the memories and remember you.
So quietly we drift away from each other, but you must know that I will always love you.

So quiet it has become here without you, so slowly do the emptyness fall inside me like snowflakes.
I still have everything to say to you, but know that the words disapear and evaporate like morning dew.
I call after you one last time, but the words slowly fall into the Well of oblivion.
So quietly I walk alone now, while inside myself I send you my very last prayer.

So quiet it has been around the two of us, but the memories still rumble in my dreams.
I think about how you feel now, do not rejoice over the loneliness loose seams.
I know that everything is slowly falling, I wonder if one day you will hear me call on you one quiet night my friend.
As quiet as when love hits you, I wait for you until you slowly fall again and be here to catch you.

Bilingual from birth.

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At home nothing there for me.
Out there everything waiting.
Short sentences make sure.
I came here for the love you emit.

We always tried to get through…
Find the spot that belong to us…
No matter what’s the arguments…
It’s never to late to express…

In dreams I seen your smile…
The same feature last more than a while…
Your appearance is all my smile…
Rest by my chest just for a while…

We speak different languages…
As I and we did at my birth…
I know now and do understand…
We are billingual in our hearts…

Trust me I will never leave what we are…
Let the voice speak decieve…
We are so far ahead…
We can never be caught…

Extrapolate

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Extrapolate.

I hear it all the time, yes they make sure you fit in as well, just another number.
I hear the same thing over and over again; accept, comply and adjust.
What they do not know is that I have a room where the light never find me.


Somewhat secret and surely obscured from piercing eyes, I found my smile not ever to be seen from anyone.
Keep protocol and stay in the line assigned just for you, by order or by mild coercion and strong recommendation.
Outnumbered by the few and we surely lose our self in crowded masses.
Ending up in rows and columns, suddently just a matter of a math problem.
What they do not know is that I have a place only reached from beyond our capability and I am the key.


All what’s created for you is not what it seems to be, stay wild and free or be scorned by ignorants.
Chances you take and choises you make will leave them empty and bewildered which gathers everything in statistics and unifies your thoughts and swallows your dreams.
Go with whatever you are and want to be the measure you set for your agenda reflect a true picture of who you are.
What no one really know is how we get there but I have laid out my direction no one can follow and light only gather in my hideaway.

Do not show it

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Do not show it.

You look at me through small cracks, with a respectful contempt or is it just anxiety …?
Your painted cheeks and colored eyes stare so empty, traces of tears and a nose running …
If it one day becomes hard to look into my eyes, do not show anyone …
Yes, even if it becomes harder to explain them what they are asking you now …
So do not show it, just let it go away, do not show them who we are …
If it should hurt you when they mention my name …
Just say you do not know me so well, do not tell them anything …

When they ask you why you go dressed so covered or never goes out …?
Then tell them nothing, no, do not show them nothing …
Will it help you a little to say that I am the one you can blame …
Just tell them you do not own me, no don’t let them know…
Although this seems to be the easy way out of it all …
Then keep it in your mind, show them nothing, no don’t show it…
Although I know it’s the wrong thing to say …
Say you do not care, tell them nothing at all …

Even though you may think it’s a way out …
Don’t you know, that I’m not here anymore, no longer, no I’m gone …
If you should smile by chance when they mention my name …
Yes, then they do not know you, you have nothing you can show …
And if you should smile when they tell you that it’s all my fault …
Then they can not recognize you, no they don’t know you at all …
Even if you feel you do not have more you can hide …
Yes, think that if they see your true face and got to know your feelings …

Keep it all within yourself, do not show them anything …
Don’t say you can’t stay here no more, I ask you, just be mine like hitherto …
Even the wettest tears dry on your cheeks, do not let me get stubbern with you …
It will be so hard for you without me to be the one for you …
Tell them that they can not understand anything at all, yes, show them absolutely nothing …
Even though I feel that anger is shining on my cheek, coursing rage …
Never open up for them, just ask them to leave it and disappear …
Comply and do not show anything, just tell them nothing, oh no don’t let it show …

Time past…

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We get there sooner than we think.

Time grow old but time is not ours.
As we grow old time is speeding up.
Like a reminder to us that the end comes before we even know it.
Time get us older and there is no escape from it’s relentness.
Apologize all you can, time wait for nothing.
The slow movement seems fast and the fast seems slow.

Time was never given to any of us.
We were born into the evolution of time.
As children of time we still try to escape.
Time show us what we can reap.

Maybe we have changed time without even knowing our true existence.
We shade for what we want to stay blind.
It’s almost to easy just to let time slip away.
When something intervenes in what we are, we scream.
Like “me too” and the feeling of “violation”.
We pass on the responsibility for our self in strangers hands.

In time we complain and acuse the world to be what it’s not.
Leave messy stains to dirty incident… long time gone.
Telling time does not matter in our glory of what we became.
It’s almost as we want to claim the time past away, long ago.

It’s when time turn light into shadow’s.
Silently choke all what existed before our time.
On our turning away from the natural world as time pass away.
We need others to excuse our self not taking our own resposibility.
Time is a circle where we try to keep a straight line.
Forgetting time owns us all and will devour us.

Until

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You want to know how it feel’s…falling…like head and over heel’s.
You want to swipe the world down…but to clever to let hopes drown.
You only give where you can gain…can you imagine the pain.
You are dressed in infatuation…that way you can control the situation.
I can pick amongst all of our life…easy to see we never really got rife.
I been to Hell and back…yeah I even carry the full pack.
I admit I was both bad and wrong…knowing that I wasn’t really that strong.
I have seen the most…and I sure know how to strand on your coast.

It’s been so easy for you…untill you saw life have more in store than the blue.
Remembering the secret promise you gave…untill the day I hit the grave.
So what wrong in our eyes…the sad song of all our lies.
Untill we negotiate the future and now…the past will haunt high and low.

You search for your destiny…I try to keep my dreams in an eternaty.
You often leave me alone to what I am…the reason of all my damn’s.
You have your reasons to be alone…but it’s turning my heart into stone.
You are turning a thousand excuses…into more than a thousand bruces.
I don’t have to win our fight’s…I have seen the fading light’s.
I…oh I see our lights…crushed and lost in all our fight’s.
I came a long way to be your…and I even tried to be your allure.
I leave my last message for you to roame…knowing I will never find my home.

Time seems endless…empty and no real bless.
Hand in hand we can feel how we lived…we can only walk hand in hand deprived.
So what’s wrong in our world?..is it the difference in how we think?
Untill we agree on the what’s to come…the whole world will be gone.

I know…

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It’s been so mesmerizing, yeah quite fantastic, horrific and so deverstating.
The way you creep under my skin, I know your beauty, hidden from my defences.
Feel your heartbeat punching me, leaving a trail of tears where ever you go.
The crystal perle in your eye, make the rainbow glow and takes over for what it is you can be.
It’s been terriable just to look at you but so deverstating to meet you, somewhere they fall like flies.
I know when I finally wake up, I shall know you are gone but untill that bright morning I isolate my self.

It’s still the worst experience to come and can pieces of us live on in you?
I want to stay, as so many others, a little longer but time is so limited, yeah I really know.
At times I couldn’t get to indulge you, I know and I wanted to suffercate you.
The shinning diamond leaving our eyes, I am not sure of the fairness in you yet I know I hurt too.
The place where we were suppose to live is now wrapped in vira.
I know when I wake up tomorrow I only see wasteland and cry.

We have the best what humankind can provide and still we fight our world.
We believe in our superiority and keep it all locked down, tough all doors are wide open.
I know because it’s all I see nowadays.


Incomming is the restrain of free living, it’s all taken out of our hands.
The smiles hidden behind mask; conserved, contained and covered in alchohol.
I can’t see whom I want to, I know, they tell us not to see who we love.
Outside the rain wash away footsteps and all traces of what was us.
I touch my loved ones faces on the screen dreaming it was the real thing.
I know these times takes speciel measures and patience, yeah I know.

We have the best what humankind can provide and still fight our world .
We believe in our superiority and keep it all locked down alltough all doors are open.
I know because it’s all we can see and trust nowadays.

It might be Gods test of who we are, I know some will fall and not make it.
In a silence of the choir we sing the same song and I know these words all to well.
We keep the dream alive with hopes and prayers and I know we fold our hands.
In a world that needs salvation and to cleanse what worth saving we still try to roam.
It’s like we drag God infront of a judgeand to put his doing out of his hands.
I know this migth be Mother Earth’s answer to our exploiting and the true hand of God.

We had the faith but let it slip away in our fight with God.
We believe in our superiority and keep it all locked allthough all doors are open.
I know we are here on borrowed time and don’t trust the tiny sphere that’s ours and all we got.

As if it was for the last time.

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All you apear to me keep my blood running.
Like the water from a fountain that can’t hold back the warm pressure from your heat.
Expand and explode…yeah the most beautiful thing I ever seen.
Dancing like bees around a flower…yeah you won me.
You are running in my blood.
Driving me crazy in your emotionel rod.

Looking at you from apart keep my wish much to much…closer.
Looking your way is easy to do but to make you stay is my fight every day.
Looking at the mountain you set before me, I need to claime high.

I see the fire inside you, just hoping you remember.
Like each words you ever spoke still haunts me.
Extract and extrapolate what’s inside both of us.
Avoiding the most intimate minute of our lives.
Your mind is running wild in what was my mind.
I never told you I find you almost to kind.


Looking at you from apart keep my wish much to much closer.
Looking your way is easy to do but to make you stay is my fight every day.
Looking at the mountain you set before me, I need to claim high.

In all my fear I burned down the whole thing.
Like when love hurts you again and brings you down.
Exercice and explore what’s out there.
Observing people to see where they are going.
Still you are all in my mind and I am the one waiting for you to come.
As if it’s was for the last time I still wait for you to come home.