Talk to me…

Talk to me…

The ever soft whisper inside my head…begged me all my life and still plead.
Like swarms of bat’s messing up my mind…like haze blur what I will find.
It’s been 32 month since we met…and still no regret’s yet.
The distance keeps us apart today…keep my dreams alive of what you say.
There are days when the missing hurt’s so bad…days of such pain to a fragile lad.

Talk to me…oh please…wont you talk to me…show me where we can be.
We have become what we don’t see…oh please wont you talk to me.
The roaring fire must not turn to dust…talk to me and give me your trust.

Insatiable hunger for all you bound…just give me the silence and your faintest sound.
We seems to reside when the dream dies…like when the pain set’s in and we cry.
It’s like begging life to stay away…only if it’s just for one day.
I loved the sound of your voice…never thinking that the speaking was a choise.
We can feel each others strings…never the pain heart brings.

Talk to me…oh please talk to me…I know a place where we can be.
We are right where we want to be…right there love can’t you see.
Please just give me your trust…I’ll blow away the doubt to feed the fire from turning into dust.

Word’s out that everything’s in the rain…like love running down the drain.
Covers me in all your shades of pain…covers my eyes in the falling rain.
Disbelief shaded for the sun in the rain…so did the sickness hidden inside my brain.
The bleeding happiness in wicked thoughts…is that what left for what we fought.
The vision in my heart and mind…you were the one for me to find.

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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 “Talk to me…

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    It is ever the hall-mark of a true Poet that they not only convey but share from personal insight the vicissitudes we all encounter.

    I still think that this author’s prodigious output could be developed into a novel or theatre drama script.Kudos,Jan!


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