Jax ‘trax' explores things I guess most people shy from – like mortality, fragility, cancer; while also exploring the good in humanity and some of the fun stuff like love & laughter. It’s not escapism but reality that I’m interested in
You’re a raconteur, witty in your ways, people speak your praise.
But often specious words you say, that’s how you take your prey.
Officiously you guide my day, telling me which way to stay. So you can feel you are enough, beyond my reach, just out of touch.
But nobody knows what’s beneath, your arcane ways where you snarl, sink your teeth. Incisive in your approach, but only on the surface beneath that you gloat, shrouded in your technicolored fancy make-believe coat.
Tried to live my life for someone else’s dreams. No one could see i was seeping at my seams.
Kaleidoscope of shapes but none were for me. I held it all together, so effortlessly.
Contorted my being, destroyed my mind so I would forget somehow over time.
The joy drew faint, and the struggle remain. As I tried to paint a picture inside this insane frame.
My memory failed for all the joy I once knew but one thing remained, I still knew what he knew.
Every word he’d uttered, every smile he’d glared. He knew just what he was doing only pretended that he cared.
But what he didn’t realise was the joke he thought he played. It wasn’t just him carving out his own silly little way.
She knew too well his actions, and all that was at stake. The thing he didn’t realise was the player was being played.
The gloat he showed magnificent if only that he knew. He was just as stupid as all the others that he’d strewn.
The ego blinds the man, that see’s only but himself. The liquor too a poison, he slowly kill’s himself.
He’ll walk away unknowing, and think that he has won. But darling don’t you ever wonder why she still thought you were the one?
To keep a fool contented, you only need a mule. A few choice words, and heartache to keep the perpetrator fooled.
So laugh out loud at your conquests, and move on to the next, but don’t you think you’ve won this. Remain the fool for that’s what you do best.
There may never be another day my eyes land upon your face. Or to kiss your skin so sweetly as we lay there holding space.
There may never be another day where I whisper in your ear. And Set off all those tingles down your spine and this is clear.
There may never be another day when all the stars align, and time may hold me back from you now ever being mine.
There may never be another day where I’m still holding on, waiting for our past to fade so we can get along.
There may never be another day where you’re not holding back, withholding all the love that’s there somehow guided off the track.
But if there is I’ll wait, a million years or maybe more. Patiently awaiting, I’ll be there at your door.
But don’t make me wait much longer, don’t drain my soul of youth. For all that I can offer now is my heart my guiding truth.
And though my bones my wither, my skins youth may disappear. I’ll always have this love for you, that much I know is clear.
By Jacqueline Freestone (JaxTrax)
We don’t know where we’re going, just like stardust we’re still floating in the air.
But my heart it’s still beating has the resin on my heart strings from you there. It’s so unfair.
Was only such a short time, full of ups and downs like waves across the sea, but boy weren’t the highs higher than any mountain I’ve ever seen.
I hope some day we look back on our times & laugh at just how silly that we were. To almost put this spark out, with our head strong ways and darling if you please…
Can i introduce myself now to the man that I was too scared to really see.
JaxTrax 