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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

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.

Dear Earth…

May the stars carry your sadness away…
May every star in the sky bring you smiles…
I know I never leave you and I’ll stay to the end…
To the end you will be the only one for me…

May the flowers fill your heart with beauty…
Maybe the flowers fade by the beauty that you possess…
At night you are most beautiful when the sky mirrors its star bridge in the black sea…
A sea we have filled up and in a short while the stars are absorbed by PVC…

May all your tears bring so much hope…
May hope forever wipe away all of your tears…
We created the conditions that now force you to reside in violent cries…
Wild rivers flooding and carry your children away by your angry tears…

And, above all…

May the ever increasing noise make you stronger…
May your strenght expel the noise around us…
Because your tiny fringe keep us all alive in your embrace…
Please don’t let the few take what belong to all of You and the inheritance you pass on…

May whatever you believe in, be yours and the only truth…
May the truth keep you believing in rightness and act according to your beliefs…
I can only hope that your judgment upon us will spare our offsprings…
We have nowhere to go and they need you more than anything we can offer…

May your own beauty outshine the ugliness we here on Earth posess…
May you my Earth become a reflection of your own true beauty…
There is no rewind and erase in this menace we pose to you…
How do I tell you Dear Earth, that I love you and hate to see you pass away…

Reflection in my mirror.

I saw you early today,
earlier than you usually show yourself.
Your smile was almost gone,
just a little draw at the corner of your mouth.
I saw the clothes hanging on you like on a scornful bird’s scarecrow.
Your eyes have fallen in and lack the glow that made so many to smile.
Your face has become gray and your hair thinner.
I can see the gloss has gone off your hair,
now more than ever.
I saw you walking down the street without any destination.
Just your empty glare on the windows of promises.
Your walk has gone slow and I see your lips stuck with a fag.
I see you coughing and breaking into a stifled cry,
dropping the fag to the pavement
I see you crawl up the stairs to your home and creep under a blanket.
Your day is filled with silence and loneliness that slowly evaporate your existence.
The light from the pale shining bulb reflect the last hope throughout your life.
Your life has been so full of loss and now the last of them is coming for you.
I can not forget nor can I remember what tomorrow bring about missing you.
Your life was long lost,
and your heart burst for the last time looking into my eyes.
I can only dream of helping you,
but the forces I’m up against eat everything.
The last journey of your life end where all travels ends,
it is in the dark eternal silence.
I know each one of your dreams and hopes,
and I know about your last wishes.
Your long and sore journey ends in pain and humility.
Nothing will show your beautiful mind or the words you spoke with your pen.
I turn to you and look into your eyes,
only pain and a barely seen draw in the corner of your eye.
The last contact with a human for you,
not nearly recognized or noticed.
Maybe the last picture of you are encapsulated in a mirror.
Wonder if it is not the same, when I see the reflection in my mirror?

Don’t let it show…

You look at me through small cracks, with a respectful contempt or just an anxiety …
Your painted cheeks and colored eyes staring empty, traces of tears and a nose running …
If it one day becomes hard for you 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 …
so 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 …
If it helps 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, the wrong thing to do …
say you don’t care, just tell them nothing …

Even though you may think it’s a way out …
don’t you know then? That I’m not here anymore, no, I’m gone …
If you should smile then, yes even 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 do 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
Can’t you stay here no more, I ask you, just be mine like hitherto …
even the wetest tears dry on your cheeks, do not let me get stubbern with you …
It will be so hard 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 …
never open up for them, just ask them to disappear …
no do not show, just tell them nothing, don’t let it show …

Tower of Babel.

I know that the past is often forgotten, the eyes are getting blind and the boundaries are bursting.
In an eternal search and creation, we confirm our level, take over once more and stretch our hands toward the sky to draw it down towards us.

We have released faith and think we deserve to take power and honor.
It’s as if it all had to bear or burst, while our sky flies chasing its glittering corners against a mirror image of Heaven.

I know we are created in a different image than ourselves.
At a time when we build a future, we forget the past, it’s as if we always bury the past to reach the future and forget about ourselves now.

I have lost faith in the mission we are moving on.
We still use spikes and bullets to put others in place, greedyly exploit the needs of the masses and reduce them to tools and sacrifices in our elite world.

The babel tower we must create within our soul as the highest peak of dreams we can reach. We can not take God’s seat but sit by His throne only. We can not lift gravity so nobody can ever put us in place.

I know that continents arise, live and slowly disappear again.
If we forget what happened before us, we have forgotten the disasters for millennia of years ago, the world does not look today as it did yesterday.

We have the belief that we become gods and can rule over an energy we do not even understand.
Empires and great civilizations have ruled, but only on a grace given from somewhere higher than we ever can comprehend.

We are created in a spark of love, an energy that emerged when life took its first breath. An energy and creation that we have been and continuously been through for millions of years, and which continues until the sun turns it’s light off.

Now we are here on top of our own universe and looking forward to new conquests.
We found God’s particle but do not understand the cycle of what is created for us. Now we are sitting here in our self-imposed prison and can await a predicted sentence.

The babel tower is not a construction we are going to build, but a learning that everything changes in the pursuit of eternity at the highest insight. The doubt that we can all reach the top is strong and our energy should be used to build bridges and not illusions.