Drop it

Before we drop it.

We keep feeding.
We keep following.
We still pay.

The day, oh yes the day when their tissue and flesh solidifies,
the day it stop decompose and glazes the world in a hard dead shell.
The wounds are there and don’t seem to heal but we are not there yet.

We keep buying.
We keep throwing out.
We run out of money.

Nights in golden armor for all our dreams are compressed and rejected,
the night will not shine, just be aware of the darkness engulfs every seductive spark.
The brightness is there but fading into gray concrete.

We have peeled the crust.
We have penetrated the veins.
We have started the petrification process.

When I am awake I still see the exploited green meadows and black forests,
knowing that for every black spot it will increase.
Some places become the sea, others are wiped out; rinsed away and petrified for a new beginning.

We can’t keep feeding.
We can’t stay on this path.
We pay with our life.

Still life is what we know, do we want to drop it?
We don’t say no and drop the seductive glass of wine .
Surely we have to drop the need for unattainable dreams.

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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

2 thoughts on “Drop it

  1. Amita Paul

    There is quiet desperation about this edgy poem that reminds me of Thoreau :

    The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things..
    Henry David Thoreau, Civil Disobedience and Other Essays


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