Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life

I have a grip that’s never loose That’s why I always get my goose I dig my claws into your soul Until I’m your silver and gold

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

It feels like I’ve created a life Centered around mostly sacrifice And I don’t want to be your Jesus… So I’ll be the Devil Bass line to your treble

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

I gave a shit But you didn’t Next time around You’ll be the clown

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

I’m not sure how I’ve come this f… From sinking pit to shooting star. Could it be when I loved my scars… Or when I chose to be this bard? Maybe, it happened, as a lark.

Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you

Don’t take the past away from me It made me who I am I like the one I’ve come to be A truthful, loving man

Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.

Little girls and gay men Love them some Jonathan Can’t reciprocate Wish them a life great

Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy

Wish I was a shepherd With a flock of sheep Sitting on a hillside Grass beneath my feet Watching over loved ones

When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…