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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

Fate screaming.

I shall meet you on the midnight hour.
Amongst the rain showers.
Where The Nightingales sing,
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.
Ares’s hair, long, soaked in madness.
Unattired soul awaiting kindness.
I, in my tattered ivory suit.
Spirit searching for a place of rest.
Droplets pounding my pale skin.
A sudden chill sparked within.
Your eyes’ burnt like Supernovas.
Alighting the celestials 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 Vail blinding me so.
Fate screaming to not let go.

I saw you dad.

I saw you so often sitting with shining eyes while happily singing your sad longing song.
I often saw you walking around unhappy while shutting off all things around you.
Did you ever, through all the years, find, what you were looking for before you left here?

I often saw you sitting in your chair with questions on your lips, but you never said anything.
I often saw you, letting your gaze wander but it never found what it was looking for in your little world.
Did you find trough all the years, any answers to all your dreams and questions?

I saw you cry without tears.
I saw you smile without joy.
I saw all the way through you.
I saw you were never happy.
I saw how you tried to save your self from the fame.
But all you have is your self to blame.
Leaving behind to your family, all of the shame.

I saw you with the bottle in front of your mouth, but did you find happiness at the bottom of it?
I saw you with the bag full of beer in your hand while you got it refilled with the fake happiness.
Did you find through all the years, ever peace hidden in the stunned state of intoxication?

I saw you sitting there among your friends who only wanted the same as you.
I saw you despair over the falsehood, which you, however, supplanted with an extra sip from the bottle.
Did you find through all the years, ever true friends and a true love.

I saw you cry without tears.
I saw you smile without joy.
I saw all the way through you.
I saw you were never happy.
I saw you try to save your self from the shame.
But all you have is your self to blame.
Leaving behind to your family, all of the shame.

The year.

I see the spring rain on my windowpane, can almost feel the cold out there.
Drops like tears on my cheek,
swept away and dried by the cold wind.
I leave temptations,
I do not want them at all.
Inside, I’m so alone,
outwardly I seem so fine.

I hear the summer rain on the window,
even the night feels lonely like the owl’s spout.
Drops like little gems on my cheek,
condensed by the sight that blinded me.
I leave it all alone
have only wounds to lick.
Inside I hid the key,
outwardly the pillar fell.

I see the autumn rain on my windowpane,
even now I think you’re out there.
Drops like tears on my cheek,
dressed in the hazy winds of November.
I know a year is a long time,
a year is nothing at all.
Inside, the heart has become cold,
outwardly, nothing held.

I see the winter rain on my windowpane,
freezing drops let flowers bloom so beautifully and dress it all in white out there.
Drops like crystals on my cheek,
colored by the cold winds of winter.
I pretend like nothing,
it run in the same ring.
Inside, the heart has become cold,
outwardly there was not a word that held.

You and the other.

We took it quite a long way this time,
but now it’s time to give it all up.
Time to give up.
The search somehow must stop.
Hovered around and searched for ourself, myself and all we were,
where we could say stop
and end the final battle.
Nothing could really bring us down,
but all that’s left now,
is the dream hidden inside me.
It was a little to easy for you,
with the idea of,
that nothing should or could separate you and I.
I never wanted to see you with another,
and it’s still hard for me,
to close, cope and keep it into myself.
So how do I look at you?
I know it’s over now,
you took the best with you to your own fate.
I know it’s all over now,
still it hurts to see you with the other.

I guess I went a little too far from time to time,
could not really even say stop,
never really give up.
I had you right here,
what no one else saw.
So even though we are separated by time,
and you are thinking of another,
I let it all fall to stop.
Then I bite my tongue and bleed a little,
the dream slipped with another and now I’m worn.
Your voice far from me ignites something in me,
I know it’s over but I’ll never forget you.
I rose to nothing when I left to you a path just for you,
an endless sky for you to move in,
did not know that the end of my road came crusing in on me.
Although we were far apart in the end,
it’s one thing we both may have known,
I’m back here somewhere, yeah nowhere,
do not know where you went and where you slipped.
I have no more words hidden inside me for you,
Only now I admit that my love was very true.

You and I.

I remember how it felt to take your hand,
how you always told me about your thoughts.
I remember how your kisses always melted on my lips,
how you moved when we’re together.
The many years together feel like seconds now,
the many thoughts that gather in a lonely living room.
Important is not what we have become over the years,
it is important that we can keep our eyes in focus.


All the years have not separated us.
All the wounds healed sleepless inside of you.
I was probably addicted to some kind of grief.
I know because you never completely let go.


I remember what it was like to walk by your side,
how your words always sounded like mine.
I remember a love so burning hot,
how every single cell inside of me fell for you.
The same words that never let me get lost,
the many hours you always led me the right way.
Important is not the time now passed,
What matters is what your thoughts contain now.


All the words we spoke worn the strength within us.
All those who saw us go our separate ways.
We were probably trapped in what we thought was our freedom.
We were probably the best thing that ever happened to the two of us.


Loving You is Loving Me

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.

To old…to young.

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.

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…

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.