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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

The one and only thing..

We often forget about being just us …forget that alone, life will only give up.

For the peace of others you can go a thousand miles …without it bringing you a single smile.


We forget all too often just to be there for each other …forget that we alone will lose sense.

For yourself, you can walk all your life …without losing faith in the hope of love.


We often forget about telling what we feel …forget that we get nothing when we hesitate.

For love you can go all your life …without it ever being given to you.


Too often we forget why we fell apart …forget what was us while slowly losing our mind.

For that one and only thing you want to go all the way in your life …

and only fate can decide to give you hope, unless it’s given to you from pure desire.

I.

I have been here for so long now.
Always tried to find my way back.
Danced in the sun and the moonlight.
Always on the look for your eyes.
I have been searching every bright light alley.
Always being swallowed by your depth.
Taught by your wicked way of being.
Always wanted you to tell me all your secrets.

I have being observing you from my distance.
Always tried to contract the best of both side.
Singing along your song and the rhythm of your soul.
Always with that look painted of your face.
I have looked through days without ends
Always with the hope to see the real of you.
Not erased in blurry images but as pixel in your picture.
Always imitating you so I can be me.

I
I am still here…

I really want to go now…
I
I, as weak as I am I now see our light fading away…

I have been listen to the two of us for so long.
Always tried to be better than the rest..
Burned and broke on your side of the shore.
I guess I never moved very fast.
I kept my eyes open in case you return.
Always just waiting for that all inspiring call.
Caught in this circle I can’t escape.
One step tread wrong and I get hung.

I have been seeing to little of you.
Sometimes it all just turn all upside down.
Or so it seem to the most of us.
I need to be so much better than you.
Can not close my eyes for what we were.
You taught me how to really care.
I feel the pain and can hardly bare.
The lonely I, it’s burned into my eyes.
It was us that made it into I.

A finger points.

Against a reality that is not yours nor is it mine

Maybe it’s all something we play

and we are all to the point of self constructed emptiness.

You decide now or not has no meaning

can you believe yourself even though reality is not yours.

Maybe it’s every man for himself and a scam

maybe it’s just something we hear as a scream.

You point with your finger

don’t know at all that it’s for you a bell is ringing.

Like everyone else

do you want to follow the indifference?

The fingers pointing

will you ever see and understand life or just be absorbed?

Maybe we forgot the sound of each other

and in that we have all lost our mind.

I have decided

well I know that reality can be tough.

Maybe it’s all the words we forget to say

maybe it’s just best to keep quiet.

A finger points.

but never on you but at you and everything is as usual

Maybe it’s all illusions

served to us all in edible portions.

I point with my finger

but only on the few who have got their wings.

Like those who can make their choice

I will  forever walk alone

beside this small army of keepers

and follow the trail of those who dare.

Not a word.

Not a word …

I wake up at the sound of my phone

groping and rudder but does not catch a word.

Looking a little at your beautiful face

lashes resting immovably against your cheeks.

You open up your tired eyes and whispers quietly to me

a hot tear does not say a word.

Dark and sparkling I drown in the depths of your soul

You are the first and last thing I look at on my screen.

Not a word can describe the feeling you create inside me,

doesn’t say a word because life is in us

Unstoppable you are slipping into me and not saying a word.

We are so far away from each other

yet so close in all our thoughts and words.

The dreams of sleep led us together and now we are one.

Today’s light will shed its shadows

We wrinkles our foreheads because there is still a long way to go.

You are stretching under the blanket and looking at me quietly

I only want the same as you.

My hand slides quietly over your cheeks

and draw a line on my screen

touches what I love the most on Earth.

So many days feel like seconds by your side

Unstoppable, I have slipped into you and do not say a word.

Women…

You are the mother of all who live and those who’s gone.
Created at the same time but always number two and pushed aside.
Dressed in beauty and undressed in secret thoughts.
Dressed to hide the beauty, the rules of oppressors, for your own sake.

Subject to a paradigm you do not know and for reasons created in the man’s jealous mind.
All too often just a figure in the home that should stay there and if, always with someone of your own gender.
Undressed to satisfy the desire of hungry eyes.
Dressed like a Madonna or a hooker depending on the eyes of the viewer.

Dress as you please and let everyone know you are not lesser than a man.
Dress up as you wish and not what others tell you to do.
Undressed, you will always be the most beautiful weapon.
Dressed up you will always be the subject of the male idea of conquests.

You are still the mother to all who are born on this earth.
Created of the same as the man who took the seat in front of you.
Dressed to please the man’s tastes and thoughts.
Dressed in beauty, you were tucked away in secret hidings

During the course of history you were deprived of your humanity.
Too often overlooked when opinions should be told and weighted.
Undressed, to remove your dignity and your value and sometimes to raise to praise.
Dressed like a Madonna or whores created in a man’s sick imagination.

Dress as you like and let everyone know you’re the same as men.
Dress your self up and show the world the requires of you and who you are.
Undressed, you will always be the most beautiful among the creatures of the Earth.
Dressed you will always be the subject of the man’s ambiguous opinions.

The sum of all men’s fear calculated into the sum of what we can loose.
Dress up in the dress you love.
Undressed you women are the reason of warfare.
Dressed as well as you like and I know and I bow to your power.

Quiet whispering.

I love the minute before you wake up …
the special time when I see you as you are.
I love the time under the quilt before we get up …
minutes caught in the glow of your eyes.
I love your quiet whisper …
the sound that seeps so deep into my heart.
I love your quiet whisper …
makes me forget that we will ever have to get up.

I love the quiet whisper of the morning …
the heat we shared throughout the night hugging you tight.
I love the feeling when you turn and touch me …
A knowledge and awareness of today’s happiness.
I love’s nights with you … beside you…inside you…
it’s a time that only exists for you and me.
I love waking up a minute before you …
like time caught forever in a short glimpse and compressed to you and me.

I love your quiet whisper …
as a cure for everything that’s so dark.
I love your quiet whisper …
makes me believe we exist as we are, just you and me.

Never resting.

Days seem to slip into hideout
chase become a flee
not a place to be.
The sunset burning my eyes
I close them for tomorrow
for now, I feel to much sorrow.
I remember the days filled with love
the nights filled with the tenderness of the star
the love that healed any kind of scar.

It came to my mind how often I been here
all this chase of nothing, just to have everything
and chase this dream long gone ended in a fringe.
I’ve searched in so many eyes to find the true love
gazed and starred endlessly into a fear I can’t escape
someday soon the important day will arise bright in shape.
I have gather all my strength for the coming year
all these sting and pokes I accepted, I now shake the ache
want this one thing to heal what others always want to break.

I’m having trouble resting
a fight no one knows better than you and me
just penetrated by your mind is where I want to be.

Days ends in hideout to shelter my mind
chases ends and no more fright
my dreams create this night.
Sunset arose from your eyes
I shade to resist the beauty of your light
but embrace your warmth all through the night.
I recall every word you ever said to me
all these days turned into nights
your love penetrating all of my fights.

Forever words were never quite understood
I searched everywhere I shouldn’t just to flee what’s scared
but frightened from life and mind it was all I ever dared.
I saw the sunrise throwing shadows in a tribute of hope
longer than ever because my heart was dying
yes, as to mock the days and spend nights lying.
I’m walking alone here
most of the time I have left the world I created from our dance
but I also see her coming against me like my last chance.

Fall to pieces…

I shall meet you on the midnight hour
Among the rain showers
where The Nightingales sing this year’s love song
Just this once for the summer to come
Silent serenity…stunning love of mine.

Deafening pause in sound
The world gradually fading around
A cosmic collision of two worlds meet
In solace, so fine, to greet

I grace my toes along puddled streets
Envisioning the Gods of the Greek
Aries’s hair, long, soaked in madness
Non attired soul’s awaiting kindness
I, in my tattered tar like jacket,
Spirit searching for a place of rest.

Droplets pounding my pale skin
A sudden chill sparked within
Your eyes’ burnt like Supernovas
Alighting the celestial over
Bringing sweet symphony as I grew closer.

This God of Wars, great and small
Stood prepared to be saw
The melodic moisture penetrating my heart
Not prepare to have fallen apart.

Reaching out to caress your cheek
The Beast meeting the Meek
I swore with my eyes, “I’ll save you”

The labyrinth of my mind conveys, too
Closer now then in a dream
Rain produced a heavier screen
Wet Wail blinding me so
Fate screaming to not let go…

Like this.

I’m like time
in every single night
and every single day,
wore only so much of me,
just to see another day.
In your eyes
as the sun created
there the light threw
and shadows get killed.
It gave it all meaning,
even though
twisted as it sometimes appeared.
You’re like a maze
corners and turns,
I can not yet see.
Specks gathering to spot, to blaze
that creates a star to my eyes.
So it finally makes sense,
I’m not like you at all
distorted is my gaze.
You have much more time,
I almost feel your thug on me.
The oxygen and the pain in my blood,
I remember the moisture in your mouth,
the taste of your tongue,
the best of all my dreams.

The power of your thoughts
removing distances between continents
and saturates the hungry cells of life
in you and in my body.
I can be like the deepest mystery
in your mind and your soul
in my darkness you always light up
an almost unseen turns on and off.
I’m lonely in my own way,
trying to step into your path
and I struggle with all my powers
to end up in your heart.

I’m nothing special,
nothing like you,
with nice and deep brown eyes,
hair shinning like the blackest gold in the sunrise,
I’m the fleeting shadow,
of the wonder as you show yourself.
I have love,
it’s a roar in my veins
and the sigh of meekness.
In the quiet dune of your years,
I have worked up this white glowing energy
turned on by you,
on an off like forever locked in loop.
In your pictures I can almost feel your touch
Yes, I get small shocks when I touch you
far into my soul,
increased by my own failed infatuation
and like this the torment of beauty,
made me like this.

Pandora’s…

We got the gift of a lifetime, the gift to reach the creations of eternity.
But God first damnated us with knowledge, and then taken it away again.
We had the opportunity to create a new world
the power to change it all to something better.
But every day we open up Pandora’s box and unleash
stupidity in the most pure form…

How can we feel like we were created in that image?
Each day we are close to bring our self to the brink of exstinction
starving form the lack of of love and compassion unable to share.

The perfect creation so infected with imperfection.

How can we be Gods when we are so weak and deceptive..?
How can God create a being so full of fraud and fault..?

We drift apart in the night sky among the stars.
We make a shape that seems to smile with its mouth skewed.
We are moving further from each other and God…
at a pace we can’t count on… or out…off.

We come apart and gathers…in coffins or with our hands raised to Heaven.
At every nail we fall a little apart and through every brick laid further from the start
and the ending making us fall apart.
Like a boat from its moored rope and untied knot it will sink
unable to float because it couldn’t take the long soak.

We keep drifting apart and I do not even scream.
Bow my head to avoid the truth it seem
no applause from my tied up hands.
I know at the pace we ride now
nothing will be left for us…nor anything to show for us…
just the annihilation left over from Pandora’s box.