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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

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.


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.

The year passing by …

I see the rain on my window …
can almost feel the cold out there …
Drops of tear’s on my cheeks my love …
swept away and dried by the cold wind …

I hear the summer rain on the window …
even the night feels lonely like the owl’s thistle …
Drops of tear’s like little gems on my cheek …
a dense sight that made me go blind …

I know a year is a long time …
one year is devoured in a single bite …
Inside your heart has become cold …
Outside, I have no one to hold …

I see the autumn rain on my window …
even now I think you’re out there
Drops of tear’s on my cheeks my child …
dressed up by the dishearted wind of November …

I see the rain of winter on my window …
changing it’s substance beautifully and dresses it all in white out there …
Drops of tear’s frozen to crystals on my cheeks …
colored by the cold wind of winter …

I pretend nothing in my state of being …
all I know is, it runs in the same circle …
Inside, the heart is now feeling so cold …
Outside, we do not have a single word to hold …

It is getting late…

Time is passing by
and now it is getting late.
I curl up in my bed
and once again I hesitate.

I walked the desert of loneliness
and I thrived in you beautiful light.
I get so cold inside now
freezes me to stay all still.

Woke up with a smile on my lips
not really knowing it all was in the past.
Tried to recite your words from last night
but nothing there for me to keep.

So now it is getting late, for all to hesitate
it is getting late to open your closed gate.
In stupidity I thought I could be your only date
in my stupidity becauce I couldn’t wait.

Time still passing on
and I know about the torn.
I talk to you even when I am alone
I know my heart will eventually turn to stone.

I try my best to fill up what I take
but sometimes hope inside me is not nearly enough.
I get so tired of these battles of our life
my hands have carried loved ones to the grave.

So I woke up today with tears in my eyes
still touched by the words that made us cry.
Shinning lights blinded my eyes
made me hesitate to declare I am all yours.

So you think you know me.

These endless sounds and smells that keep me awake
these small whispers in my ears I keep to my self.
The knowledge I have purchased is not yours
seen the same things is not a valid reason.

So you think you know me,
I really like to show you,
if you know me as you think you do?
Come on now, it is time to go and let past days burried.

You never tread in any ones footstep,
walking along only to see but the beauty of life.
The pain inside me, you don’t ever see
and to tell you to have the same experience is not enough.

So you think you know me.
Days of no existence obliterated in your mind
gave them all to me, but really, do you know me?
Come on, you have to erase the memories in my mind.

You say that you love all about me
oh, go find the truth in your mind.
Like peeling a broken nail or sour skin
you might experience something else but really, I swear.

So you think you know me.
The effort in your heart maybe not be smart.
Like all the thoughts in your brain
never spare me of any pain.