Perhaps I never listen to you in the way you wanted me to do.
Please try to understand that the way to here is laid down by sorrow.
It’s never been easy to see how we end up and to wich and with who.
I have always lived in the moment and never looked for tomorrow.
Can’t believe how a heart can be teared apart and left, still beating and bleeding.
True, oh yes the truth is more subtle and hidden than the deepest secret in mind.
Never gave up and I, like Phoenix scorch, in the attempt to touch you in the meeting.
Perhaps I didn’t feel the same way as you but always thinking we were the same kind.

Perhaps it’s not meant to be acknowledge or even recognized as the right step.
Sometimes it feel’s as it is the task you can never win and all is to the bin.
Perhaps we forgot to talk about us and lifes anxiety and what is left when we bow our neck.
Sometimes I can’t see coz’ my world get blurred by sparkle of tears but it’s still beautiful.

Perhaps it’s all inside of me, or what’s left of what I once gave.
I tried to understand what is in it, do you remember how it used to feel?
Maybe the mind is already settle and only waiting for the deep dark grave.
My embrace is with both arms and with the care for you without any deal.
It’s been nights screaming in full pain and days of relentless howl.
Now we must raise our heads and face tomorrows lonely whisper with pride.
I grew strong by the hand you gave through the mirrow to touch my soul.
Perhaps I never told you, and always denied all of my being, in what I tried to hide.

Perhaps I really did take your presence for granted and just let time pass away.
Sometime I think if we only look back, we will find the story of us still untold.
Perhaps I never learn to understand the power left in a heart so broken.
Sometimes I see duality, like the light split up but still entangled unable to let go.

Perhaps I will one day see the point and smile a bit to the face looking back at me.
Please try to see me as you did before your requirements twisted out of sight.
I have seen past lifes regrets and now I gaze so longing across the sea.
Oh, oh yeah I know, the time never seem to be right and we end in the everlastig fight.
Like the tide we flood and we retire to leave the ground clean and to no traces of love left.
In my opinion we are leaving ourselves in the hands of Poets showing the same feeling.
It’s never been really fair coz’ we sometimes fill the wrong persons dream with our own theft.
Perhaps we are all the same and just segregate different, like the taste in how we do our whealing.

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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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