The art of being.

The art in being me is experied.
The need for content grow bigger.
The soul still here searching.
The love inside me is getting old.
The pain I carry is what life steal.
The hurt I inflected others haunts me like a waving wail.
To find peace I went way to far to please.
My way to peace came with your truth.
The way to peace is covered in objection and your opponent words.
The way I grew courced me to fell of the track into sideshow’s.
The search for clarity was the quest alive inside me.
The time wasted internal to hold on to nothing but the believe, love killed by care.
I am.
I am.
I am holding on to a straw thinking it’s just destiny.

The art in me is mute.
The need for forgiveness is large.
The soul within me is restless.
The love I wish to share is on hold.
The pain I care not to feel is all too real.
The hurt that I try to ignore throbs like a nagging hangnail.
The way to peace is allowing the tears to release.
The way to peace is self truth.
The way to peace is away from everything that is in opposition.
The way to growth is admittance of its need and application of effort.
The clarity I seek already lives within me.
The need for external validation, love and care is death.
I Am.
I Am.
I am moving towards my destiny.

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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

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