My head is so heavy.
Face haggard and aged.
Each crease telling a true tale of smiles and cries.
Salty teared eroded skin.
Kissed by the sun and by the beauty.
Thick storm cloud coloured tressles cover its top. Complete with a unique doubled crowned style of it's own.
White and grey now bless the chin of a once brown beard. Turbulent times have etched into it the disheveled but distinguished appearance.

Today I asked a child of three
What it is he wants to be
When he grows up, and so he
Gave this as a reply to me;

"I want to be GINORMOUS just like you,
And stomp, and roar
Like a dinosaur!
And grow my own beard too!

I want to be able to walk 5 steps
To get wherever I want to go,
Like a scary big T-Rex
Who knows all there is to know!"

It makes me sad to think one day
He won't think I'm so outstanding
But for now we smile, and laugh, and play,
And both minds keep expanding.

When I last went out for dinner,

People were looking at me weird,

It's only when I got home late,

I saw burger in my beard.

I though we are made for each other.
But that's  only cause i didn't want to have another.
Sweet love sweeter lies, wild dreams take me to the otherside.
Black beard and dreamy eyes the hotset campaning in my longest ride.
Had me down brings me up back and nock me down to **** me up.
Covring my ears blinding my eyes getting prepared to tear me up.
Wild girl with big dreams, play the game with no fears.
Keep my self high.
I do believe i can reach the very high sky.
Baby i just want u to know that The tables turn.
You can confirme i'll make you burn.!
                                 ~'~'~'~

Beards

Life is a bakery ;
And men are the cakes in that bakery.

In that same bakery,
beards are frosting.

You know what cakes without icing are called in the
bakery of life?

Boring.

The infatuating smile you got
On this spring day.
Capricious like you, London.

I can't stop myself from
Stumbling back to you.

The things unsaid, the poems unread
A thin lipped man like you, full beard suits you the best.

Ah, the beard,dotted with white snow flakes
my hearts skips for this fickle spring day.

i say all the right things
always thinking ahead
never fully present, just
hoping you won't recognize the mask
hoping you'll fall in love with
silly old me
i wear my skinny jeans as a mask,
ironically to conceal the fact
that i'm both skinny and pale
i drone on about helping people,
when all i really wanna do
is help myself
only i can't
does that make me a bad person?
mostly, i'm pale because i live
in a pitch black cave, forever
haunted by bullies and ancient wounds
it's the wounds that get you early,
that are the hardest to heal
still,
i sometimes venture out of the cave
recklessly careful,
tequila is my kryptonite
upgrades my powers to carefully reckless
only i'm no superman
i'm the clown that paints his wounds with bright colors
that's a lie
i'm more like cinderella with a beard
always on the clock,
waiting for the glass slipper to crack
my **** is pretty cute though
no kidding
it's out there somewhere
looking for that beautifully complicated wound
hoping,
wondering,
is it compatible with mine?

I got sick of shaving
Every day
So I started growing a beard
For a while, it was technically stubble
But now it would make William T. Riker proud
Or at least smile and nod in approval
At the effort
I bought a beard trimmer at Walgreens
And I trimmed that *****
Made it nice and even
But it itches a lot
So I have to use dandruff shampoo on it when I can
I get compliments on it
From my mom and my brother
Whose beard should belong to a Canadian lumberjack
(Not my mom, my brother)



I love this beard
But I still get the urge to shave it completely
And return to baby-face