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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

Loving You is Loving Me

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In order for us to love one another… we must love ourselves…
In order for us to care for one another… we must care for ourselves…

Lying here next to you… as you wrap yourself around me… is breathtaking…oh amazing…
Waking up next to you give me peace… and it’s so beautiful…oh peaceful…

The happiness that shine in your eyes… Is the reflection of what my heart have in store for you…
Knowing that you are by my side for an eternity…forces a sigh through my heart…

The best of me walk with pride…and showing you to the World…Astounding…Oh exalted…Never hide your pre…
The acentic love that flow out with your words…oh like blooming flowers…it’s bringing me one step closer to perfection…oh to salvation…close to splendiferous…

When you speak, you resonate confidence as you always do…hold my hand tight…
Oh don’t ever let go…
Can you feel what I am giving you…I can only hope and dream that you do understand what it is you are giving to me…

Contentment is the peace that live inside ours souls…found you I did…at last in my equanimity…to clever now…never again on my own…
I am your protector you can run to when pain is chasing you…I will softly embrace you…oh hold you in gratitude.

I am your your comfort in life when insecurities of the enemies disrupt your serenity…
I am your confidant when your heart whisper mysteries and want to find security…tell me please…all you know…all you are… something vibrates in our immediate presence…do not let go of that…
You are me and I am you…we are one…oh in our accord…so merged in
approbation…

The meeting of our minds is stimulating…oh so insisting…
Combined to one another’s senses we complete a poetic sound…we sing the praises of the love we found…your presence makes everything okay, even me…
Loving you is, loving me.

Too old…too young.

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I was often told that my soul was too old for my young heart.
I was said to be too young for what’s inside of my thoughts.
For a child of my age I should not think in the way I did.
For an adult my thinking were almost to regressive to keep of age.
But who really know me, who knew whom I really were.
I was not suppose to have these thoughts when I was young.
Someone tried to oppone against me having a young heart but an old mind.
How can I tell you all that I been dragged throug the dunes of Mars.
I have seen the deepest ocean and gazed from the top of the world.
When I was to young I looked into the face of death and it’s merely conjecture.
As old now I am not suppose to think of how to spread energy into life.
I have no regrets for anything I ever did, nor have I the knowledge of everything.
As young I could see where all went wrong and also where we could be immaculate.
As old I still fight for what’s right and to give our life the chance to prevail.

Too young to be old.
Too old to be young.
Cast into the world with an inherent knowledge.
Gained from the existence of life billions of years ago and up to now.

At the beginning of my life I pondered what lies behind the secret of life.
As older I got some of the answers only to end in a race for certainty.
Life sparked into Earth and so often nearly extinguished but the pulse is still here.
In youth I saw the build up and the start of decay and the decline.
In my maturity and coming of age I see the same spotless degradation.
As a child I understood that all that was ever created eventually will fall.
As young I had my fight with the thought what’s the reason for us to live.
As older I still fight to see why we need to go on or should concider suicide.
We can try to find the meaning in a religion where faith carries knowledge to closed eyes.
Or do we blindly rely on science with all its faults and uncertainties?
In my youth I had a phrase running through my mind.
“We have this narrow and fragile fringe where all our art, music and culture exist for a brief second”.
In this thought I was way too young and far too old to grasp the context.
No matter when and how I would have imagined our world, I would always have been wrong, as old and as young.

Too young to really understand.
Too old to yield my heart so young.
Cast into the world with an inherent knowledge.
Gained from the existence of life billions of years ago and up to now.

What Was Given.

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It was never about what I could get
But what could be given,
not just for me…
And all of myself was given away,
to the low and to the proud,
to the ones that stole my sky…
those who watch me laid there
empty and cry….

She said she was not deserving of me.
Silly girl, reality lies…
We all deserve some kind of love…
Beauty unspoken
Normal does not define these lines…
When confidence sank in,
She develops a sick grin ..
She craved better than what was in…

This is how she failed me…
Not seeing the gift that frees.
It was never about what I could get…
It was never about what she could get…
But what could I give…
And I’ve given all of me!
Lost forever
Words never to be spoken of Again…
This is really all of me.
All I ever gave was,
all of me…

What was given was lesser than I.

She…

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She comes back to tell me she’s gone,
As if I didn’t know that…
As if I didn’t know my own bed,
As if I’d never noticed…


The way she brushed her hair from her forehead,
And she said losing love…
Is like a window in your heart,
everybody sees you’re blown apart.
Everybody sees the wind blow ,
and I see losing love…


It is like a window in your heart…
Everybody sees you’re blown apart,
Everybody feels the wind blow,

rage is what makes the wind blows.

And I may be obliged to defend.
Every love and every ending.
Or maybe there’s no obligations now.
Maybe I’ve a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland or the Heaven hidden here.

She was more than I,

like the sandcorn in your eye…

I just want to lay down and close my eyes…

Just for the moment to rest and let it apear for the very first time,

and let others decide if you are wrong or passed over the side.

Perhaps.

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Perhaps I never listen to you in the way you wanted me to do.
Please try to understand that the way to here is laid down by sorrow.
It’s never been easy to see how we end up and to wich and with who.
I have always lived in the moment and never looked for tomorrow.
Can’t believe how a heart can be teared apart and left, still beating and bleeding.
True, oh yes the truth is more subtle and hidden than the deepest secret in mind.
Never gave up and I, like Phoenix scorch, in the attempt to touch you in the meeting.
Perhaps I didn’t feel the same way as you but always thinking we were the same kind.

Perhaps it’s not meant to be acknowledge or even recognized as the right step.
Sometimes it feel’s as it is the task you can never win and all is to the bin.
Perhaps we forgot to talk about us and lifes anxiety and what is left when we bow our neck.
Sometimes I can’t see coz’ my world get blurred by sparkle of tears but it’s still beautiful.

Perhaps it’s all inside of me, or what’s left of what I once gave.
I tried to understand what is in it, do you remember how it used to feel?
Maybe the mind is already settle and only waiting for the deep dark grave.
My embrace is with both arms and with the care for you without any deal.
It’s been nights screaming in full pain and days of relentless howl.
Now we must raise our heads and face tomorrows lonely whisper with pride.
I grew strong by the hand you gave through the mirrow to touch my soul.
Perhaps I never told you, and always denied all of my being, in what I tried to hide.

Perhaps I really did take your presence for granted and just let time pass away.
Sometime I think if we only look back, we will find the story of us still untold.
Perhaps I never learn to understand the power left in a heart so broken.
Sometimes I see duality, like the light split up but still entangled unable to let go.

Perhaps I will one day see the point and smile a bit to the face looking back at me.
Please try to see me as you did before your requirements twisted out of sight.
I have seen past lifes regrets and now I gaze so longing across the sea.
Oh, oh yeah I know, the time never seem to be right and we end in the everlastig fight.
Like the tide we flood and we retire to leave the ground clean and to no traces of love left.
In my opinion we are leaving ourselves in the hands of Poets showing the same feeling.
It’s never been really fair coz’ we sometimes fill the wrong persons dream with our own theft.
Perhaps we are all the same and just segregate different, like the taste in how we do our whealing.

After.

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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 a 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 not 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.

Before the last dance…

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Have you ever looked at children on a carousel?
Or listened to the rain hitting the ground?
Have you seen the faces of those who lost, for those it cost.
Ever followed the elegant flight of a butterfly?
Or looking at the sun as it went towards night?
Or the chasing moon shining silver on every night.

Take a quiet dance, but not to fast…not so fast. Life is short.
The music does not last.

Are you going through your days very fast?
When you ask “How are you?” Do you hear the answer?
When the day is over, then you lie in your bed with the next hundred tasks running in your head? Tomorrow already planed.

Take a quiet dance, but not so fast. Life is short.
The music does not last.

Have you ever told your childen, we’ll do it tomorrow?
And did you not get to see where it hurt? Sadness spread across faces…deprived of time in an endless sea of time.
Have you ever lost track, lost good friends because you did not have time to just call and say “hello”?
Spend a few presious moments of joy to carry you on and see the differance.

Take a quiet dance. Not so fast. Life is short.
The music does not last.

When you leave like that, you lose half the joy of reaching it. You can enter today…now…right now…be here and stay here…be forever present…time has no end.

When you worry and hurry all day, it’s like an unopened gift – Just thrown away. Grab what is yours and don’t let it slip away…nothing really stops…not before we ignore what’s keeping us parted..

Life is not a race.
Life is not a daze.
It has it’s own kind of pace.

Take it easy. Listen to the music before all the songs and dances is over. Time has no limit…no end…but the power for all to spend.
Take those dances…small step…follow the music…be here to the very end.

I am so sorry

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I am so sorry
the traces of what was us is left wiped away
I’m so sorry
wish we could just talk about it
Loneliness is just piling up to cover love
contain all the sadness there is to come
It’s our own kind of torture
never thought life contained this kind of evil
Deprived in, and by all means we are self inflected
still trying to see the flame long gone
I’m so sorry

I’m so sorry
the water ripples never formed your name
I’m so sorry
The Sun brought you shame
the moon reflection the same
The breeze wouldn’t carry your pain away
the trees that didn’t gave you shade
The stars wouldn’t light your way
insatiable hunger turned into fed up hate
I am so sorry
For you to think that you never mattered to me and
my whole world wasn’t good enough for you this day
I’m so sorry.

Destiny of dreams…

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It was just around the sunset and I closed my eyes again…oh I have felt you
I thought you were here and smiling by my side…oh I was dreaming
In the passion of this moment…oh I felt you danced with me
Standing there the two of us…oh kissing in the fading twilight

If only we could live in dreams…oh I would go and leave reality behind
I will take your hand and fly you anywhere…oh like elevate the two us to Heaven
Gazing through my heavy eyelids…oh I see the dream fading in the growing light
I can’t pretend now running empty of how to lie to myself…oh but I like to go

If only I could set time on a standstill…oh I would be there with you forever
I don’t want to let you go with the dream…oh if only we could stay right here
If we only could make life as we do in dreams…oh a colorful wind sweeps my heart
This is a love so beautiful…oh like something no one has ever seen unfold

I get up and I make my coffee…oh and turn on my PC just to look at you
If only I could contract the distance between us…oh I’ll be beside you by now
Can’t shake your appearance out of my mind…oh like the dream continues
I have reached the point where I am sure…oh so sure in you and me

This part might be so tough…oh so tough for us to realize
I take the steps to see you and to get you…oh and you leaving it all behind
If only I could ease your pain…oh but I will do all I can to sustain the dream
Destiny of dreams come true…oh I make sure you never will feel the blue.

A broken Heart.

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Love … the focus of our hearts
the reason for our being
the joy in our day
a look or a gentle touch
Or the pain in our heart
so broken when love is lost
Philosophy and reason
neither can heal the pain
only time slows the hurt
but that small place in our heart
will always hurt
it will feel the love of the people we have lost
forever broken hearted
the more we loved
the more we hurt
the longer it takes to mend.

Hope was but a timid friend,
She sat without the grated den,
Watching how my fate would tend,
Even as selfish-hearted men.

She was cruel in her fear;
Through the bars, one dreary day,
I looked out to see her there,
And she turned her face away!

Like a false guard, false watching keeping,
Still in strife, she whispered peace;
She would sing while I was weeping;
If I listened, she would cease.

False she was, and unrelenting;
When my last joys strewed the ground,
Even Sorrow saw, repenting,
Those sad relics scattered round;

Hope, whose whisper would have given
Balm to all my frenzied pain,
Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
Went, and never returned again.