World Beard Day

Yes, that’s my beard in the photo.

The first Saturday of September is World Beard Day. The description on WBD website is humorous to say the least. As a member of bearded community, this is the first time I’ve heard about this international holiday. I’ve grown a beard for many years. I prefer how my face looks with one versus cleanshaven. In recent years beards and manbuns have become trendy. But I remember a time when beards where no so popular. People still had then but it wasn’t trendy. I had facial of some kind since I was about 14. I had a full beard by 16 and it looked nice and thick by 18. 

Fast forward to 2014 when beards became trendy. Everyone accused me of trying to be hip by having a beard. Never mind that I had grown a beard for the last ten years. I like to tell people I had a beard before it was cool. I do think everyone should try growing a beard once in their life. Try different versions as they are so many. More often than not I keep my trimmed short. I may grow it slightly longer by fractions of an inch. But I’ve never had the ZZ Top beard. As I write this, I realize I need to trim my beard again.

Face masks have made me lazier with beard grooming as most people never see it. That is the only negative thing I have to say about face masks. If you partake in the bearded-ness, share some photos. It can be a fake beard. I don’t care. As long as it’s not a glitter beard. This is a glitter beard free zone.

Here’s a link to a poem I posted a few weeks ago about my beard.
I Grew a Beard Before it was Cool

Flashback Friday Poetry: My Only Wish

the Welcome Wagon passed again
to greet those awful merry men
lost in shame with no time to mend
my only wish; to have a friend

the dreams of the youth in my head
forgotten dreams to lose again
in a life with no hope for men
my only wish; to find a gem

the unfortunate one goes on
expecting nothing from beyond
lost in tragedy far too long
my only wish; i feel too fond

listening to the spring bird’s song
impales the soul and makes it calm
nothing afterwards seems so wrong
my only wish; another song

floating through all the nothingness
facing all those who are faceless
to live my life without anguish
that is truly my only wish

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: The Enigma

nestled in the twilight
of consciousness that’s mine
empty thoughts of sorrow
take up most of my time
all i am asking is for
the Sun to come outside

breaking through day to day
this monster inside me
he seeks to take over
it’s me he wants to be
the Rage is his Passion
he hates all that he sees

encompassed in queries
from now ’till i end life
what is it that i’ve done
to be given such strife
can’t take it anymore
this is no kind of life

the rationalism
of this ludacrisy
is so mind boggling
it’s just hypocrisy
Life is one big question
it’s one big mystery

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.