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Baroque Lamentations

Baroque Lamentations 
by Khari D, Hawke

There was something old world about his politics, 
About his tea for lunch and his 
Pronunciation of Edinburgh. 
When he told me that the only revolution worth remembering 
Was French, 
That the only musicians worth knowing 
Were German, 
That the only bay worth seeing 
Was the Bay of Biscay, 
There was obviously some bias going on. 

The only thing he had right was that 
Tintoretto was truly a genius, 
That reds and yellows blended in that way 
Was as close as we could ever get to actual glory. 
[Until Basquiat came along, anyway.] 

For him, language was a monolith, 
a gargantuan statue to add to another French museum, 
to fall from the lips of men with eight more last names than they needed, 
with tenuous claims to forgotten nobles and estates. 
Women were to be neither seen or heard, 
To be imagined only, as a Penelope or a Madonna, 
Essentially, to weave or to give birth immaculately, 
But never again to play a Joan of Arc. And so 
It did not matter whether they spoke Spanish with a lisp 
Like the true heirs of Aragon 
Or whether they spoke it like those Dominicans. 

It was in his perceptions of bastardization 
That he found his rage. 
That the idea of the white man’s burden, 
The providence of European philanthropy to the 
Uneducated curs of the Americas and Africa, 
The giving of universal language to those with too many-- 
That this pure idea of compassion could come to be labeled imperialist, 
Could become the ire of Europe in years to come, was 
maddening. 
And it was solely through men like Pericles 
Who fought for the rights of the majority 
That his culture was now muddied: 
Spanish for the Latinos, Portuguese for the Brazilians, 
French for the Africans, English for everyone. 
German was his last major stronghold. 

And whether it be partially out of pity, 
Or partially out of brown sympathy, 
I have decided to allow him to cling to memories of a life 
He has never lived, 
To walk through the great halls of Versailles all the while not reminding him 
Of the Bubonic Plague, of the Dark Ages. 
Essentially: 
To live without knowing the beauty 
Of the world in true color. 
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Me and my Barber (Part 10)

Me and my Barber (Part 10) 
by Khari D. Hawke



“Are you gon’ get that or do you want me to get it” Carlos said while still laying on top of me. 

“Nah I’ll get it…I just need to get my robe.” I whispered back to him as he got up. 

“Good cuz I gotta piss like a race horse.” He states as he walked into my bed room with me to use my bathroom. 

Who ever the hell this was at the door was very persistent because they kept knocking and wouldn't just go away. As I approach the door, I look through the peep hole and it’s my nigga Terrell standing there lookin all pitiful and shit. I didn’t know what to do so I left him standing there and ran back to the bathroom and told Carlos that it was Terrell. 

“What the fuck does that nigga want? Tell his ass to go away man.” Carlos said with an attitude. 

“You just stay yo ass back here and don’t make a sound! Imma tell him that yo ass is gon’” I replied seriously. 

As I threw on my robe house shoes I walked back up to the front of the house and headed to the door. As I opened the door Terrell just went hysterical on me. 

“Man my car broke down and I been callin yo ass all this fuckin time! I just walked all the way over here to find out why the fuck you aint answerin me and I see this niggas car over here??!!” Terrell ranted 

“Damn for real man…what’s wrong with your car?” I replied attempting to avoid his remarks about Carlos. 

“Fuck the car nigga what the fuck is goin on that you can’t even answer my call when I needed you?” Terrell inquired. 

“Aight nigga before you go tryna throw a fuckin guilt trip on me…I meant to ask yo ass about that little scene up there at shop nigga…explain that to me…or have you forgotten that you’re the one on the outside of the door?” I snapped back. 

“What scene? Nigga first of all…Carlos is my cousin nigga aint no fuckin scenes! I was supposed to pick his ass up from his moms crib and we were goin to a game nigga!” he answered. 

COUSINS? What the fuck have I done. You mean to tell me that these niggas possibly just played the fuck outta me? As I stand at the door with a blank stare of my face I don’t know what the fuck to say. I’m looking at Terrell in his eyes and had no response to give him. 

“So now, I think you have some explaining to do! Why the fuck is my cousin at your house? Terrell repeated as he looked at me as if he had an edge up on me in the argument. 

“Aight check this out man, First off I thought you were the one that just asked me if we were dating and I told you no! There shouldn’t be an issue if there was something goin on. Therefore I don’t owe you an explanation about a fuckin thing. But since you’re standing here quizzing me let me get yo face straight! I guess you were so fuckin wrapped up that you forgot that your cousin is in the military huh? I asked 

“So, what the fuck does that have to do with anything?” He replied inquisitively 

“Nigga then you must have forgotten that I am too! I am your cousins supervisor and I’m in here helping this nigga study for a test that he has to take in the morning!” I said lying my ass off. 

Apparently it must have been working because his entire disposition changed and he began to look at me very confused. 

“Damn man…you’re right…I forgot that yo ass was in! Fuck my badd man. But wait a minute…that still doesn’t explain why you didn’t answer my calls!!!” he said. 

“Man look…my phone is in my room on the charger and aint no way I would have heard that shit…matter of fact, hold on let me go get it.” I said to validate my answer. 

“Where is he at now?” He asked looking through the door into the house. 

“Nigga you are trippin man…he is in the bathroom takin a shit nigga you wanna go look at him?” I asked trying to smooth things over. 

“Well why you aint invited me in yet? I aint ever stood on your porch this long! Nigga just fuck it…I’m gone. Too much shit just aint addin up! 

So I just stopped and turned to face him again and said, “Well fuck it then, cuz yo ass it trippin nigga! This is crazy! You’re the one actin like we go together or some shit! Yo cousin don’t know shit about me like that, but if he can hear, I guess he does now! Thank you for putting our shit out there nigga! I guess he already knows about u too huh? I said. 

“Man I don’t even care man. No he don’t know shit about me but none of that mattered. You was my nigga regardless.” He said 

And again I just sat there with a blank stare on my face as he turned to walk away. 

“Nigga where are you goin? How are you getting there? You need a ride somewhere? I asked 

“Nah man, I’m good, I need to walk and think about some shit! He said as he walked away. 

So I closed my door and walked back to my bedroom and Carlos was sitting on the edge of my bed fully clothed. He looked up at me and looked me in my eyes and said, 

“What was that all about? 

“Man, I don’t know it’s kinda hard to explain!” I replied back. 

“It’s cool, I aint trippin man. As long as you think you can handle me then I aint goin no where. I am bout to go pick up my cousin tho…and I aint know yall had some shit goin on either but Im cool though…that was before me.” Carlos said in a real cool tone. 

As he stood up to leave he hugged me really tight and then kissed me closed lipped and passionately and said, “I’ll be back.” 

“Aight man, I’ll be here.” I replied 

After he left I just sat down and tried to figure out what the fuck I was gonna do. I mean, Terrell is my barber and my lover friend that I like to play with. On the other hand Carlos just blew me away and I liked every minute of it. He’s also my co-worker and I’m lovin his luvin! That nigga just fucked me physically, mentally and emotionally and then walked out with all three to pick up Terrell. I wonder what they are talking about. I wonder if they knew what was up the whole time! Was this shit planned and I was just the victim of some “Talk Show Shit?” 

“I’m just so fuckin confused I don’t know what to do.” I thought to myself as I walked into the bathroom and started the shower. At a moment when I’m supposed to be resting and relaxing in the arms of the smooth operator I’m home alone with nobody, stuck taking a shower alone and going to bed alone. Just before I got in the shower my phone rang. 

“Yo, tell me why that niggas car aint even broke down man.” Carlos said on the other end. 

“What???” “What you talking bout?” I asked. 

“I just called that nigga to ask him where he was at and he already over this girls house.” Carlos stated. 

Hmmm. I think this is some crazy shit. I thought. 

“So what are you about to do? Are you on your way back?” I asked 

“Nah I think imma go ahead and go back to base. I’ll get at you tomorrow.” He replied. 

“Nigga don’t tell me you’re trippin on me too.” I said. 

“Nah boss it aint even like that, imma holla at you tomorrow though aight.” Carlos said. 

“Aight man.” I said as I hung up the phone pissed off. 

What the fuck is going on! Now it really feel played! Why the fuck am I about to lay down alone tonight? This night is crazy. I thought to myself as I got in the shower and washed up and got ready for bed. As I laid pulled my covers back there was another knock at the door. 

“Fuck it I aint answering the door no more tonight” I thought to myself as I headed towards the door. By now I’m just so done with the whole situation that I don’t even ask who it is. I just opened the door and Terrell was standing there with a smile on his face. 

“What the fuck are you smiling at nigga?” I asked 

“Nigga calm that shit down and invite me in. I wanna talk to you!” He said as he let himself in. As I closed the door and turned to head back into the living room, Terrell was standing right in front of me. We locked eyes and began tonguing each other profusely. As we are caught up in the heat of the moment, clothing begins to fall off of the both of us. As we took a break to take our shirts off and moved back in to kiss, he looked me in my eyes again and said, “Come on nigga…take me to the room!” 


What the hell did I get myself into? 

STAY TUNED!!!!

Me and my Barber (Part 10)

Me and my Barber (Part 10) 
by Khari D. Hawke



“Are you gon’ get that or do you want me to get it” Carlos said while still laying on top of me. 

“Nah I’ll get it…I just need to get my robe.” I whispered back to him as he got up. 

“Good cuz I gotta piss like a race horse.” He states as he walked into my bed room with me to use my bathroom. 

Who ever the hell this was at the door was very persistent because they kept knocking and wouldn't just go away. As I approach the door, I look through the peep hole and it’s my nigga Terrell standing there lookin all pitiful and shit. I didn’t know what to do so I left him standing there and ran back to the bathroom and told Carlos that it was Terrell. 

“What the fuck does that nigga want? Tell his ass to go away man.” Carlos said with an attitude. 

“You just stay yo ass back here and don’t make a sound! Imma tell him that yo ass is gon’” I replied seriously. 

As I threw on my robe house shoes I walked back up to the front of the house and headed to the door. As I opened the door Terrell just went hysterical on me. 

“Man my car broke down and I been callin yo ass all this fuckin time! I just walked all the way over here to find out why the fuck you aint answerin me and I see this niggas car over here??!!” Terrell ranted 

“Damn for real man…what’s wrong with your car?” I replied attempting to avoid his remarks about Carlos. 

“Fuck the car nigga what the fuck is goin on that you can’t even answer my call when I needed you?” Terrell inquired. 

“Aight nigga before you go tryna throw a fuckin guilt trip on me…I meant to ask yo ass about that little scene up there at shop nigga…explain that to me…or have you forgotten that you’re the one on the outside of the door?” I snapped back. 

“What scene? Nigga first of all…Carlos is my cousin nigga aint no fuckin scenes! I was supposed to pick his ass up from his moms crib and we were goin to a game nigga!” he answered. 

COUSINS? What the fuck have I done. You mean to tell me that these niggas possibly just played the fuck outta me? As I stand at the door with a blank stare of my face I don’t know what the fuck to say. I’m looking at Terrell in his eyes and had no response to give him. 

“So now, I think you have some explaining to do! Why the fuck is my cousin at your house? Terrell repeated as he looked at me as if he had an edge up on me in the argument. 

“Aight check this out man, First off I thought you were the one that just asked me if we were dating and I told you no! There shouldn’t be an issue if there was something goin on. Therefore I don’t owe you an explanation about a fuckin thing. But since you’re standing here quizzing me let me get yo face straight! I guess you were so fuckin wrapped up that you forgot that your cousin is in the military huh? I asked 

“So, what the fuck does that have to do with anything?” He replied inquisitively 

“Nigga then you must have forgotten that I am too! I am your cousins supervisor and I’m in here helping this nigga study for a test that he has to take in the morning!” I said lying my ass off. 

Apparently it must have been working because his entire disposition changed and he began to look at me very confused. 

“Damn man…you’re right…I forgot that yo ass was in! Fuck my badd man. But wait a minute…that still doesn’t explain why you didn’t answer my calls!!!” he said. 

“Man look…my phone is in my room on the charger and aint no way I would have heard that shit…matter of fact, hold on let me go get it.” I said to validate my answer. 

“Where is he at now?” He asked looking through the door into the house. 

“Nigga you are trippin man…he is in the bathroom takin a shit nigga you wanna go look at him?” I asked trying to smooth things over. 

“Well why you aint invited me in yet? I aint ever stood on your porch this long! Nigga just fuck it…I’m gone. Too much shit just aint addin up! 

So I just stopped and turned to face him again and said, “Well fuck it then, cuz yo ass it trippin nigga! This is crazy! You’re the one actin like we go together or some shit! Yo cousin don’t know shit about me like that, but if he can hear, I guess he does now! Thank you for putting our shit out there nigga! I guess he already knows about u too huh? I said. 

“Man I don’t even care man. No he don’t know shit about me but none of that mattered. You was my nigga regardless.” He said 

And again I just sat there with a blank stare on my face as he turned to walk away. 

“Nigga where are you goin? How are you getting there? You need a ride somewhere? I asked 

“Nah man, I’m good, I need to walk and think about some shit! He said as he walked away. 

So I closed my door and walked back to my bedroom and Carlos was sitting on the edge of my bed fully clothed. He looked up at me and looked me in my eyes and said, 

“What was that all about? 

“Man, I don’t know it’s kinda hard to explain!” I replied back. 

“It’s cool, I aint trippin man. As long as you think you can handle me then I aint goin no where. I am bout to go pick up my cousin tho…and I aint know yall had some shit goin on either but Im cool though…that was before me.” Carlos said in a real cool tone. 

As he stood up to leave he hugged me really tight and then kissed me closed lipped and passionately and said, “I’ll be back.” 

“Aight man, I’ll be here.” I replied 

After he left I just sat down and tried to figure out what the fuck I was gonna do. I mean, Terrell is my barber and my lover friend that I like to play with. On the other hand Carlos just blew me away and I liked every minute of it. He’s also my co-worker and I’m lovin his luvin! That nigga just fucked me physically, mentally and emotionally and then walked out with all three to pick up Terrell. I wonder what they are talking about. I wonder if they knew what was up the whole time! Was this shit planned and I was just the victim of some “Talk Show Shit?” 

“I’m just so fuckin confused I don’t know what to do.” I thought to myself as I walked into the bathroom and started the shower. At a moment when I’m supposed to be resting and relaxing in the arms of the smooth operator I’m home alone with nobody, stuck taking a shower alone and going to bed alone. Just before I got in the shower my phone rang. 

“Yo, tell me why that niggas car aint even broke down man.” Carlos said on the other end. 

“What???” “What you talking bout?” I asked. 

“I just called that nigga to ask him where he was at and he already over this girls house.” Carlos stated. 

Hmmm. I think this is some crazy shit. I thought. 

“So what are you about to do? Are you on your way back?” I asked 

“Nah I think imma go ahead and go back to base. I’ll get at you tomorrow.” He replied. 

“Nigga don’t tell me you’re trippin on me too.” I said. 

“Nah boss it aint even like that, imma holla at you tomorrow though aight.” Carlos said. 

“Aight man.” I said as I hung up the phone pissed off. 

What the fuck is going on! Now it really feel played! Why the fuck am I about to lay down alone tonight? This night is crazy. I thought to myself as I got in the shower and washed up and got ready for bed. As I laid pulled my covers back there was another knock at the door. 

“Fuck it I aint answering the door no more tonight” I thought to myself as I headed towards the door. By now I’m just so done with the whole situation that I don’t even ask who it is. I just opened the door and Terrell was standing there with a smile on his face. 

“What the fuck are you smiling at nigga?” I asked 

“Nigga calm that shit down and invite me in. I wanna talk to you!” He said as he let himself in. As I closed the door and turned to head back into the living room, Terrell was standing right in front of me. We locked eyes and began tonguing each other profusely. As we are caught up in the heat of the moment, clothing begins to fall off of the both of us. As we took a break to take our shirts off and moved back in to kiss, he looked me in my eyes again and said, “Come on nigga…take me to the room!” 


What the hell did I get myself into? 

STAY TUNED!!!!

Me And My Barber (Part 9)

Me and my Barber (part 9) 
by Khari D. Hawke

Ok so what do I do first, I need to straighten up, I’m still cooking, and I need to take a shower and I have company comin. So I dash my ass into the living room and straighten it up, sprayed some air freshener and started vacuuming. As I finished and turned the vacuum off I turned around and guess who’s standing in my door way posted up on a wall, watching me…Yep you got it right…Carlos. 

“Wassup man, what you getting it all bitchy fresh up in here for, you havin company?” he said sarcastically. 

“Oh so I guess we just lettin ourselves in to peoples houses now huh?” I replied back. 

“Nigga I got a key so I coulda just let myself in but I didn’t have to, you left the door open so I let myself in. Damn is that a problem? Do I need to go back out and knock?” he asked defensively. 

“Nah you’re in now fool…kick ya shoes off, get comfortable cuz I’m about to get my ass in the shower and I got some hot wings in the kitchen so help yourself.” I answered 

“That’s wassup…get that booty clean nigga…” Carlos said as he laughed and literally took his shoes off and started towards the kitchen. 

Ok…am I really trippin or did he just tell me to wash my ass? Ok I know what he just said but imma let that shit ride since I been knowin this nigga for a while and that’s just how he talks. As I enter my sanctuary (bed room) I began to strip down as I head to turn on the shower. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself since I have a house guest and I didn’t really wanna start nothing if there was going to be anything before I took a shower. I walked back into the bed room, shower still running and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs. I reached down in my bottom drawer to get a wife beater and for some reason I was having trouble finding one. As im digging I felt something touch my ass. As I calmly look behind me it’s Carlos standing there with a devilish grin and his tongue sticking out. 

“Nigga what the fuck are you doin? I shouted as I jumped up startled. 

“Nothin I just saw ya ass in the air and thought I’d help myself.” Carlos replied still laughing. “Nah but for real…do you have any ranch dressing?” he asked in a more serious tone. 

“Nigga the ranch is in the refrigerator where it always has been and what’s with all of these ass comments? Are you trying to tell me something?” I asked almost teasing but serious. 

“Awe hell naw! I aint with that homo shit boss! You know I gets madd pussy! Shit did you forget that time you let me use your crib and I told you to sneak in and watch cuz I liked being watched?” He asked as he seriously defended his manhood. 

“Nah I haven’t forgotten.” I said just to ease the situation because I could tell that he was really getting serious. 

“And I was beatin that shit up wasn’t I? He asked 

“I aint gon’ lie, I felt sorry for the po’girl on my couch with her body posted up on her neck and yo monster ass was buried deep as hell in her.” I replied and I reminisced on that day and how I wished I could have seen his dick but there was really no way for me to. I think he did that shit just so I could watch him but he wanted to tease me at the same time. Shit he did a helluva job at that! 

“Nigga get out so I can go take my shower” I said as I pushed him by the arm towards my door and we went the rest of the way out the door laughing because he felt validated by my response and his ego had been stroked. 

As I got in the shower I couldn’t help but think about the events of the day and how badly I wanted to call Terrell and tell him that I was sorry and that I didn’t want to fight anymore…lol. Damn I really am trippin (I thought to myself) it really does sound like I’m making this shit much more that it really is. He’s my barber and I’m one of his many clients. So nothing makes me more special. Wait a minute….something better make me more special! I wonder how many of his other clients have gotten the same treatment that I do. “C’mon Trey snap out of it.” I said to myself as I tried to change the subject in my mind. Then I started to visualize Carlos in the living room. He looked really good today, clean shaven with that smooth brown skin and he knew exactly what he was doing walkin up in here with some jogging pants on and nothing under them. I could see that familiar print that I noticed during PT. As I continue to think about him and lather my body in soap I noticed that my nipples were hard. Then I rubbed down and my dick is standing at attention. Luckily for me Im not the type to beat off in the shower cuz I woulda blew the roof off this mutha fuck with the nutt I got built up in me. So I completed my shower and got dressed and entered the living room to find Carlos sitting on the couch browsing through my flick collection. 

“Man why you been holdin out on me?” “You didn’t tell me you had a collection like this! Man you got all the booty talks and everything…damn! I’m bout to pop one of these in. I made you a plate man…it’s in the microwave.” He said as he approached the DVD player and inserted a movie. I just attempted to blow it off and walk into the kitchen and get my plate. I decided to stay in the kitchen and eat because there was just too much sexual tension in the house right now and as bad as I want Carlos I know that I really cant do it. I work with him. I’m his supervisor. We both serve our country! In the United States Military! The home of the “Don’t ask Don’t tell policy!” So I stayed in the kitchen and stood at the counter and ate. As I walked back into the living room Carlos yelled out, 

“Damn look at the ass on this bitch boss! She got a fat ass!” 

“Yeah that mutha fucka is huge my nigga! I don’t think I would handle all that personally!” I replied. 

“Sheeeeeiiiiiittt! I could! I wish I had a bitch over here right now! I would stick my dick in her throat and gag her!” he said in a very sexually vulgar type of way. 

I think it just turned me on though. There was something about him talking dirty and raunchy that was a turn on to me. As I sat down on the couch next to him I was thinking of what I could say to respond to that statement. I mean…it really doesn’t need a “bitch” to come over when he has everything that he wants sitting right next to him. 

“Yo do you mind if I turn these lights off boss? He asked in a very calm tone. 

“I don’t care…that’s just less I’ll have to pay on my light bill.” I stated cheaply. 

As he stood up I expected to see a hard print but I didn’t. I was really wondering what was good with his dick for real now because the way that he was talking he sounded like he was hot and ready for $5.99…lol. 

So I relaxed on the couch as he returned. I was wearing nothing but my t-shirt and boxer briefs and I was kinda glad that the light was off because I was beginning to get excited thanks to the flick playing and the fact that I was sitting next to a fine brutha who’s sexiness seemed to be in super mode that night. Instead of sitting on the other end of the couch, he sat down on the very next pillow just disrespecting the hell outta my man space. Not that I wanted any space between us but still…He just sat there for a sec watching the flick as I watched him out of my peripheral and nothing seemed to be happening. But for some reason I had a feeling that something was about to happen. I don’t know where I got this feeling from but I just had that feeling. 

“Yo boss.” He said breaking the ice. 

“Whats good man? I answered as I turned to face him. 

“Yo promise me you wont be mad at me.” He said lookin me in my face. 

“Mad at you? What do you mean?” I asked back inquisitively 

Just as I thought he was about to answer he grabbed the back of my head and planted a kiss on me so passionately that I was lightheaded when he let go. 

“That’s what I mean! I’ve been wanting to do that for so long but I just couldn’t build up enough courage to do it. I hope ur not mad.” He said lookin at me lickin his lips ever so lightly. 

I wanted to say, “Hell nah I aint mad! I think your tongue just found it’s new home…my mouth! But I kept it cool and soothed him at the same time. 

“Nah I aint mad man…I just don’t know if this is cool man! I mean, we work so close together and I just don’t want no problems with the job and with you if you’re ever mad at me for some reason or vice versa. I don’t know…I mean…I just don’t know if it’s a good idea.” I rambled. 

“Aight since the ice is already broken nigga, I see you lookin at me. You don’t think I noticed you lookin at me at pt? and that time you let me sleep at work during the holiday when we were on minimum manning day and it was just the two of us? I still remember I woke up and my dick was rock hard and you were jus sitting at your desk pretending not to be workin but you were lookin; I caught you.” He said grinning at me. 

Startled and shocked I really didn’t know what to say! This nigga really dug deep for this one…lol. 

“Why didn’t you say something then?” I asked. 

“Cuz man…I didn’t want you to reject me cuz I caught you!” “I just thought that you would deny that you was lookin and that would leave me out there lookin like an ass!” he answered. 

Awweee. This fine assed nigga, too damn fined for T.V. has a complex with rejection. I think that is so sexy considering the fact that I would have turned my office into a porn studio and changed my name to “Pinky” for a day and let him ravish my body for all it was worth! 

“So what now?” I asked at a loss for words. 

“What do you mean what now? I don’t know what now…I aint never done no shit like this before!” He answered. 

“Well you said you wished you had a bitch over here and you said what you would do to her if she was here…well…….” I said hesitantly 

“I don’t wanna gag U! I want to to go slow with you! That was just some talk about a bitch that wouldn’t mean shit to me…but you…nah I couldn’t do that you u!” He replied. 

I just looked at him as he responded to my proposition and he looked at me and grinned again and just began to kiss me passionately again. “I just wanna make it right with you man. Can we take it slow? I want this to last all night!” he said between kisses. 

As I continued to kiss him I turned to face him and his body conformed to mine. As he lay between my legs and kissed me intensely I began to grab and pull at the back of t-shirt. I pulled it up over his head and threw it somewhere. Then I began to caress his back and sides and my legs began to tighten at his waist. There was so much passion in this room that is was unreal. Aside from the bitch moaning in the flick on the screen all I could hear was his deep voice growling and vibrating on my chest. I was precumin so badly that I thought I had pissed on myself. In the heat of passion I managed to lose my underwear and wife beater so I’m laying on the couch completely naked while this sexy beast it on top of me grinding into me and coating my mouth with his love. I took a second to pay attention to him grinding to see if I could feel his dick on me but I still couldn’t. That kinda threw me off and we had to fix this fast. I placed my hands in the back of his basket ball shorts and grabbed his ass. He flexed his ass muscles as I began to push him on to me harder. He was practically fucking me hard with his shorts on so I pulled my hands out and pulled down on them. He lifted up, tongue still in my throat and helped me get his shorts off. When we did get them off I felt something that felt like a damn snake or something drop down between my legs. 

“What the fuck….hold on….sit up for a sec.” I said cuz I know I had to examine the dick first anyway. 

“What??” he said as he sat back on his knee and his dick was hanging between his legs. 

I sat up just enough to put my hand down there and felt from the base of the shaft which was almost too thick to grip and felt my way down for what seemed like forever. 

“O hell naw…what you gon’ do with that nigga…damn how big is it?” I asked afraid and amazed at the same time. 

“Awe man…c’mon…it’s nothing…and you’ll see. It’s not all the way hard yet.” He said smiling as he laid back on me and resumed tongue lashing my throat. 

I was so turned on that I could have sworn my ass was already wet. Since I don’t get fucked on a reg it’s rare that I feel that sensation and that tingling but I think I was ready for him. I wanted him so bad I don’t think it mattered. I was so mentally enthralled that anything could have happened at that moment. He placed the head of his dick at the entrance of my ass. In my mind I wanted to stop him but I didn’t have to. He stopped himself and just left it there and began to kiss and rub me all over and before I knew it his muscle had filled every inch of my anal cavity and I loved it. He leaned over and began to tongue my neck so deeply that I almost passed out from the intensity. He whispered in my ear “I’m all yours” and began to slow stroke me like we were made for each other. As he stroked and kissed I thought my chest was going to explode. I held on to his lats and rubbed down to his tiny waist and back up. We were making pure love. If love ever existed in a fleshly form…we were it. His dick was so big, and so good, and so hard and so a perfect fit that I would have married him right then if he asked. He just kept whispering in my ear callin me baby while he massaged the walls within me. I couldn’t help but love it. He was so hard on the outside but showing me the soft and gentle giant inside him while he connected with my soul. He reached back and held my thigh and slid his hand down to my waist for leverage as he began to dick me in a circular rhythm. It felt so good I had to cry out…”Damn nigga” as I reached up and rubbed his chest and down his abs to his waist. I looked up at him and he was looking at me. As our eyes met he laid back down and began to kiss me again. He wrapped his arms underneath my back and grabbed my shoulders. As I reached up to hold on to him in the same manner he began to dig in me faster, deeper, harder. With one hand across his back and the other hand on the back of his neck while we continued to tongue fight this nigga fucked the life out of me. Every stroke seemed to get deeper and stronger. It was as if he was getting stronger by the stroke. Oh my God I can’t take it baby…he said as he looked me in the eyes again I felt the girth of his shaft thicken and his pace began to multiply. I looked at him in the face and he looked back as he began to unleash inside of me. 

“I love you nigga…I always have…” he said as he filled my insides with his passion spray. I instantly began to come while our stomachs were together and before I knew it… 

“I love you too!” blurted out of my mouth! 

I mean…I’m telling the truth! I have always had feelings for this nigga but never thought I would be in the situation to tell him how I felt. Fuck…the heat of passion is a mutha fucka…what is happening to me? 

Just then there was a knock at the door……. 





Stay Tuned. 

Me And My Barber (Part 8)

Me and my Barber (Chapter Cool 
by Khari D. Hawke




"Do you hear me talkin to you?" the voice from the car said again. 

"Look, I heard you the first time! Why are you yellin at me and at my job of all places!" Terrell replied 

"Yo Terrell, u sure you aight man?" I asked just incase he needed me. 

“Yeah man I got this…I’ll hit u up a lil later.” Terrell replied 

As I was starting my car I rolled down the window and looked in the mirror to check out my new hair cut. I never look at it in the barber shop since I trust my barber. I looked around to ensure that it was safe to back up and as I looked back at the car; the window was rolled down and a set of eyes were looking back at me. As we locked eyes my mouth dropped. I could not believe who I was looking at! It wasn't a female at all! I could have sworn that I saw a long hair-do or something that caused me to reach this assumption. Looking up it was just a doo-rag untied. 

"What u doin up here?" the voice yelled from the window. 

"Nada jus getting a cut. What's good wit u?" I replied. 

"Nothing bout to go home. I was tryna call Terrell but he wouldn't answer me." the voice replied 

"Yeah this head of mine had him tied up" I replied as honest as I could. 

"Yeah I see, it looks really good. Well I’ll talk to you later boss" the voice said again. As I backed out and drove away 

My mind was going 100 miles per second as I replayed what happened in my mind. The fire assed session I just had with my barber could have been interrupted by one of my soldiers that I supervise on base?? Not just any soldier either. Im talking about "THE" Carlos Craig! Only the sexiest katt in my building. We are really tight too. He stands about 5'11 with the prettiest brown skin one could ever ask for. He weighs about 185 of solid basketball muscle! I've caught glimpses of the dick print in his shorts at PT (Physical Training for the civilian readers) many days and although it wasn't hard I know he's slangin major wood! His full assed lips and killer swag are unreal. He mind fucks of anyone that he comes in contact with! To me, this dude is so sexy that he had sex oozing out of his pores! Fuck it, he is sex!! 

"But what the fuck did he want with Terrell? And why was he talkin to him like that?" I thought out loud as I sped down the street headed home. 

I felt so helpless and stuck between a rock and a hard place! I wanted answers and I wanted them now!! I have had several conversations the Carlos about him fuckin this girl and that girl and I've been around enough to know if a brutha gets down or not. I would have never suspected him in a million years. This just had me so confused that I pulled out my phone and I texted Terrell and said, 

"What the fuck was all that about? How do you know him and who is he to you?" 

Just as I hit send I thought about how fucked up I just sounded. I mean...we weren't together or nothin like that! I just happened 2 be suckin on him from time to time and that was really it! He didn't owe me any explanations. We never discussed any particulars. As I continued driving home I realized that I was wrong again! How the hell was I going to just take his side and justify him doing whoever and be cool with that? 

"Man my mind is going crazy" I thought to myself pulling up to the house. 

As I walked in I heard the notification on my phone for an incoming text. I really wanted to check it right then and there but I didn't...I sat everything in my hands down on my bed and took the piss that I so desperately needed. After washing my hands I turned my computer on and checked my email. There was nothing really important that needed 2 be replied to right away so I went to the kitchen and started fixing a quick meal when my phone began to ring. Looking at the screen, the phone was flashing "Terrell" 

"Damn I really don't feel like talkin right now. I know what I said sounded fucked up but I need to get my thoughts together first." I thought to myself. 

So I hit ignore and took the phone with me to the kitchen. I remembered that I had a text message to check and as I was opening it Terrell was calling back. Before I could hit ignore there was a knock at my door. 

"Who the fuck is this?" I said to myself as I walked to the door and looked through the peep hole. It was Terrell standing on my porch. Fuck what do I do? I can't resist him and just leave him out there cuz I want him and I want to hear what he has to say but I don't have my thoughts and answers and excuses together yet. 

"Open the door nigga I can hear your phone ringin!" he yelled from the other side of the door. 

As I opened the door he just charged in and walked past me. 

"Hey man what the...." I started 

"Man don't you ever fuckin text me some bull shit like we datin nigga! We aint goin together nigga....are we?" Terrell snapped as he stared at me with anger in his eyes actually waiting on a response. 

"No! And nigga that's my bad...I texted you that shit without thinkin man." I replied feeling like shit inside because I wasn't ready to have this conversation yet. 

"Well that's all I came over here for...I couldn't express myself like I wanted to over text. I don't owe you a fuckin thing so don't come at me like that man! I'm gone man." he said as he walked right back out the door. 

I was just standing in the door dumb founded and watching him drive off. I looked down at my text message and it read: 

"Hey boss...im on the way to come chill wit chu! I'll be there in bout 10 minutes." from Carlos 

Damn...what the fuck is his fine ass comin by here for? Damn, this is too much...there is so much going through my mind right now. I mean…if Carlos does get down it’s a major conflict of interest being that I supervise him and there is no quick way to move around if things didn’t work out between us. On the other hand, I would have given my left nutt to get my mouth, dick, hands, tongue or anything I possibly could on him sexually so here’s my dilemma: I would take Carlos any day of the week, but I just got cussed out by Terrell and I don’t know how to take that! It hasn’t been that long but damn I’m really feeling this katt! So mentally I’m all over the place and now I have Carlos getting ready to pull up any minute and I need to straighten my house up and finish cooking and all this shit is just getting crazy…………….Damn…is this really happening? 

Stay Tuned!! 

Me And My Barber (Part 7)

Me and my Barber (part 7) 
by Khari D. hawke


I was completely blown away by the events of this weekend. I had intended to go out of town, that didn’t happen. I planned to go to the same barber and get a haircut because of going out of town…that didn’t happen. I met a new fine assed barber who is supposedly straight when I meet him but I have sucked him up twice in a 24 hour period and am constantly thinking about him. Now today is Thursday and I’ve got an appointment to get my haircut at 5pm or so I think it’s at five. As I pull up at the barber shop I notice that there aren’t very many people there maybe about 7 or so people. As I walk in the barber shop I notice that most of the barbers are gone or leaving so as I take my seat and say what’s up to Terrell I look around and notice that everybody left was waiting for him because the only other barber in the place was cleaning up his station getting ready to leave. 

“Yo T, you gon’ lock up right?” the other barber asked. 

“Yeah man I got it…you gone?” Terrell responded back. 

“Yeah man, that was my last client for the day…I gotta go pick my kids up from daycare and head home.” The other barber said. 

“Aight man…I’ll be here for a minute at you see but I’m good.” He said as the other barber was walkin out the door. 

So now I’m lookin around and I see that there is one person in the chair, and 5 other people waiting. I look at the clock and look back at Terrell and said to myself Oh hell no this nigga didn’t tell me to come down to sit here while he cut all these damn heads… he coulda jus told me to come a little later so I pulled out my phone and sent the nigga a text. 

“Yo, why you got me down here so early when you knew that you were backed up?” I texted. Then I peeped the dude in the chair right now. This nigga was a little lighter than brown skin, and it’s crazy but I swear I could see this katts muscles through the damn barbers cape he had on. He was so sexy that you could literally feel the sex vibin off of him. I didn’t want to get caught gawkin’ at him so I just pretended to gaze out the window which was tinted so that you could see out but no one could see in. There was a busy street so I pretended to be watchin traffic when honestly I was peepin everybody else in the shop. 2 of the dudes were obviously gay and lovers as I saw them and the other 2 katts just weren’t attractive so I really couldn’t pick up anything from them. 

(Aint it funny how your gaydar only works well when there is some sort of interest in the person? Not saying that it doesn’t work on others but it works really well when you see something that you actually like and could see yourself messing with?? Feel me???) 

My scoping was interrupted by a text message comin thru and vibrating in my hand damn near scarin me to death. I was sitting far enough away that no one saw me jump. I looked down and read, 

“I just wanted to see you and spend a little time with you! Is there something wrong with that? LOOK AT ME…lol” 

So me being slow looked up and this nigga was lookin directly in my eyes and very subtly kissed at me. I was all nervous and blushin on the low and I caused me to look around at everybody else in the shop and see if they noticed! Surprisingly no one was looking so I just kept my head down and played my game on my phone until it was time for my cut. 

“Hey hold on man I gotta piss and then I got u.” Terrell said as he walked past me to the bathroom. 

So I looked up and everybody in the shop was gone except for us. So I had to instantly contain myself because somethin about hearin this nigga piss (and no I don’t do golden showers or shit or none of that other shit…lol) just made me want him bad as fuck. 

“What you waitin for nigga? Get in the chair” He said as he walked back past me and went to the door and locked it and turned off the sign for the Salon outside. Then he asked me if I wanted something to drink and I told him yeah. On his way back from the back of the shop he changed the station on the serious system in shop. This nigga musta found the “Lets get butt naked and fuck” station because everything that played kept my dick on brick. Then he stepped in front of me and turned his back on me and started grindin his ass on my dick in the chair. Then he reached back and said, 

“Damn nigga I don’t even have to feel you up, you’re already on full!” as he grabbed my dick in his hand and squeezed it at the base. 

By now I’m leaking precum like madd and I just sat there and let that nigga take control. 

“Man I better cut your hair before we get distracted and you not get one tonight!” Terrell said jokingly but very serious I presumed. 

“So what did you think about my clientele tonight? Did you pick up anything on any of them?” He asked as he started on my hair cut. 

“Man, I hate to tell you this but you have a whole fan club of punks in here tonight!” I replied. 

“C’mon man…you aint telling me that everybody in here was gay!” What about my boi that was in the chair when you got here? He asked. 

“He was fine as fuck but yeah him too! There rest of them niggas were obvious punks to me. I mean don’t get me wrong, that’s not a bad thing! In fact that means a couple of things, first that means you have a lot of admirers and secondly that means that you can cut yo ass off cuz trust me on this man…niggas in the life and VERY serious about their looks and their haircuts too so if you have major clientele on dudes in the life then that means that you are on top of the haircutting game!” I said explaining my thoughts on the matter. 

“Hmmmm, I like that! I like the way you put that man! I aint gon’ lie I was getting kind of nervous to think that I could have so many dudes like that comin to me to get a cut and I really never thought about it too much but when I did think about it…I didn’t think of it like that!” Terrell replied. 

“Well that’s jus my opinion man…it doesn’t mean much! That’s why it’s mine!” I said. 

As we reached this part of the conversation he had started my edge up and I figured I would try to get something started. Little did I know and was soon to find out, that this nigga was already one step ahead of me. 

“Nigga get yo dick off my leg, and why do yall be doin that shit?” I asked inquisitively 

“First of all nigga, that’s not my dick on u, that’s my belt buckle and secondly I don’t know what other niggas be doin but I make it a point to make sure that I keep my dick to myself especially when I’m cuttin niggas hair. I mean look at it…you just saw some of my clientele, you think I don’t know that them cake assed niggas is tryna cop a feel? Who the hell sits in a chair while their gettin a cut and keeps their arms on the armrests for the whole cut? These big assed chairs aint made like that unless niggas are big as shit and I don’t have a lot of them that I cut! So nigga I don’t be lettin nobody get a free feel.” He said almost soundin defensive. 

“Aight nigga you made your point damn I was just askin a question!” I snapped back. 

“Sir just shut up and get ur hair cut before I fuck up your edge up!” he said as he smiled at me and kept cutting. 

And I did just that! I didn’t really have a response and I really didn’t want him tryna blame a fuck up of my edge up on me! That and the blending are the most important parts of the cut to me so he shut me the fuck up…lol. Just then “Let me love you down” by Silk came on and I almost slid out of the chair on to my knees takin his zipper with me and pullin his dick out all at the same time (In my mind that is! Yall forgot this nigga was doin my edge up…lol) 

But before I knew it this nigga was grindin his dick on my leg for real. I just laid my head back and closed my eyes cuz this nigga was jus getting started and I was already about to explode! 

“Hold your head down nigga… I aint done wit ur cut” he said as he pulled it down gently to the position that he wanted it at. He was holdin my face by my chin and looking at my edge up to ensure it was straight. The next thing I knew his tongue was in my mouth and he I felt the softest lips on earth as our mouths danced together and our tongues battled for first place to passion. This kiss was so fuckin perfect that we both began to moan at the same time! His hand ventured to the back of my neck and the kissing grew went and wild quickly. We kissed for was seemed like forever to me but was really only a minute or so. Then he let go and looked me in the eyes and tongued me down again. This time I sat up in the chair and pulled his body in to me and I could feel his dick on me now. As he began to grind into my leg I couldn’t help but reach around and grab his luscious bubble ass. As I did so with his tongue still in my mouth this nigga reached down and grabbed my dick again and started stroking it through my sweats. By now I have moved my hands around to the front and unzipped his jeans. I arose from the chair and grabbed him by the brim of his boxers and pulled them and his jeans to his ankles. As our lips separated he managed to sit in his own chair to get served. As I took him into my mouth he grabbed to bottom of his shirt and lifted it up over his head and was kickin his shoes off. I loved how this nigga just had to be butt assed naked to fuck around. After the shoes came off I reached down and helped him take off his jeans and boxers. 

(I still can’t believe that I’m havin suck sessions with my barber yall! Better yet…in the shop! DAMN!) 

So after all of his clothes are removed I try to go back down but he wants to taste himself first so he pulls me to him and tongues me down again with his passion and juices. Damn I feel like McDonalds right now (Ba da pa pa pa….I’M Lovin’ IT!) and while were kissing my jogging pants come down and of course I’m not wearing draws on nothing so my dick just springs right out into the situation. He reaches down and starts to stroke it again. I just start to fuck his hand back and the juices at the tip of my dick made good for an ease of motion. I swear I was one pump from cumin so I “Pulled out” and went back for the gold. (I don’t know but it’s something about a man that is confident enough with who he is to be able to spread his legs all the way open while somebody is between them that just does something for me!) And since it was available I went straight for that hole again. I licked and lapped and tongue fucked and he whimpered and whined and moaned and we luved it! By the time I finished with his hole, I touched his dick and stroked him twice and he shot all over my face and his stomach. BABY, BABY, BABY DAMN baby, Ooooo Baby Fuck Baby, Fuck, Ahhhhhhhh damn!!!! I want you to bust on me my nigga. 
He said still breathin heavily and moanin. So I took some cum from his stomach and beat with it! I think I got about 5 strokes and I shot straight up his abs to his chest. Shot after shot after shot until I had this nigga completely covered in cum from chest to his pubes he was covered. 

“Damn nigga you keep this up and I’m gonna have to make you all mine!” He said 

“Hold up man, let me clean u up.” I said as I stuck my tongue out and licked his nipple. He squirmed and said that it tickled so I just grabbed some napkins from the bathroom and cleaned him up! As he got back dressed he said, 
“Man I’m serious; I never knew that I could feel like this about no dude man! When I think about it I really don’t know how to feel right now! When we’re together I feel like it’s me and you against the world! It’s like we’re the only 2 on earth n shit but afterward I feel kinda funny! But we’ll talk about that later, let’s get outta here! As always im content but will give some thought to what he said because again…I remember that strange feeling after the nutt for a dude or with a guy when you first start…so imma have to share some shit wit him…if I can remember…lol. As we walk outside and are headed to our separate cars some female pulls up in a white benz and parks right next to his car. I looked back as I was opening my car and he looked like he had seen a ghost. 

“You aight man?” I asked 

“Ye, Yea I’m cool man…I’ll give you a call later!” he replied almost hesitantly. 

“Why haven’t you returned my calls? I have called you 5 times in the last hour.” Yelled the voice from within the white car. 

Who the fuck is this yellin at my nigga I thought to myself as I turned around to analyze and approach the situation. 

“Did you hear me nigga, I aint speakin Chinese! I said Why the fuck haven’t you returned my calls? Better yet why didn’t you answer them??? 

As he stood there blank in the face I was waiting on an answer as well as the person asking them…..this was about to get very interesting! WTF!!! 
STAY TUNED!!!!!! 

Me And My Barber (Part 60

Me and my Barber (part 6) 
by Khari D. Hawke


“Yo I aint gay man” Terrell just blurted out of no where while we were laying in the bed. 

I was silent, I didn’t know what to say…I mean I can understand where he’s coming from when I first really started fighting it myself. It takes me back to when I jacked off for the first time of my life and actually busted a nutt. It was crazy and it felt so good that it almost hurt. See I’ve always been an extremely explosive nutt buster since I started. I can still shoot across a room now if I’m hard enough! But I started off just jackin my dick for no reason…not even thinking about anyone or anything but just enjoying the feeling. Then I started putting faces and body parts to it and I remember the first time I beat my shit to a guy. It felt soooooooo good and I came soooooooo much that it blew my mind! But when I finished I felt so bad that I was thinking about another nigga. I remember saying why me and this aint me and all that kind of shit. It really hurt me to think that I would be an outkast and I would be that one that everybody talked about and laughed at and talked about. Even having all of those thoughts in my head it got to the point that I couldn’t finish a jack session unless I ended it with the thought of me and another dude together. I eventually accepted it and then embraced it and I noticed that I had control of it again. If I wanted to beat to a woman again I could. If I wanted to beat to a nigga then I could do that too…but I’ll never forget how it felt in the beginning and I believe that this is what Terrell was going through at this moment. 

“What are you trying to do to me? Are you tryna turn me gay? Why do I feel like this? Why do I like it? What the fuck man? Terrell said as he got up from the bed and went to the bathroom and showered. 

By now I’m up and outta bed and straightening shit up and everything! I start to think to myself and run the questions through my mind. For a second I actually felt slightly guilty as if I had actually done something wrong. But I quickly came to my senses and realized that I had done nothing wrong and that I was gonna fix this shit when he came out of the bathroom. I heard the shower turn off and I could hear him drying off. I had neatly placed all of his clothes at the edge of the bed for him and by now I’m in the kitchen cookin breakfast (for me of course cuz I didn’t expect this nigga to stay around long after the shit he said before he went in!) 

Fully clothed he walked into the kitchen and shakes my hand into a hug and tells me he’s about to go. He appeared to be calm and less angry. He grabbed his camera and walked out the door. 

At this moment I didn’t know whether to be happy, sad, glad, mad, confused, or just completely over the entire situation. I figured I would finish eating and get ready to shower and go to church myself. I had to get my mind right because yep as you all may have guessed it….I’m the minister of music (M.O.M) of my church so I can’t go up in there with all of this on my mind…aint no telling what they would get from me. So after I finished eating, had the shower water running, and laid my clothes out on the bed, I get a text on my phone. It was from Terrell and it read… 

“Thank you for everything, I’m not taking this out on you! I just have to figure some shit out! I’ll see you Thursday! 

And I just sat on the bed, confused, sad, happy, mad, and glad that I would see him again. 

SEE THE KINDA SHIT YOU GO THROUGH FOR WHAT WE THINK WE WANT?? 

A Work In Proges

A work in progress 
by Khari D. Hawke


I am a masterpiece in paint drops 
That have not left the can 
I am Art from a paintbrush 
Yet to be stroked by a hand 

I am a star that shines brilliant 
Against the dark night sky 
But only a spot… 
In the distance to 
The naked eye 

I am seeds 
And blueprints 
And ideas 

I am dead wrong 
Then incorrect 
Now two steps closer 
To the right answer 

I am instruments to the symphony 
I am ingredients without a recipe 
I am a play with no strategy 
But only a move away 
From my destiny 


I am learning, 
I am growing, 
I am changing, 


I am a masterpiece in pieces 

And I am coming together!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Distant

Distant
by Khari D. Hawke



Daily I Sit Thinking About Never Touching 
You! 

Days Instantly Speed Though - Another Night Time 
Alone! 

Dreams I Scream To A Neverending Tale 
Of sorrow! 

Dying Inside - Steady Tears, Attempting Nothing, Tired 
Of being so distant! 

(all the letters capitalized spell out the word distant)

They Call Me...

They Call ME
BY Khari D. Hawke


They call me 
Gay, faggot, butt… lover, aids deliverer 
Attacked from all angles even religions at war come together to hate me 
This Unified hate even crosses boundaries of race, boundaries of nations 
We come together break all barriers to all share this one feeling of combined hate 
I could..Stab my mother, kill my brother, burn down a village, shoot up a school, nuke a country, rape a 
woman and they’d still love me..more 

They call me 
Abomination, disgrace to my nation, hells spawn, disease spreader 
My brothers pretend like..everything is ok..maintaining their allusion of happiness 
Fake complacency that’s all they can do when we are spoon fed rights… 
I want all my rights..fuck what you say! 
Yet..I do nothing..say nothing..afraid to even stand up for my sexuality 
Passive to those who choose to dominate and control what I can an can not do..yeah that’s ok 
Misrepresented and underrepresented in a world where the straight man leads 
And the crooked man…follows… 

They call me 
Carpet muncher, Lesbo, Man wanting to be 
You think I am pretending to be him when all I want to be is me 
Used to fuel your sexual longings and fantasies 
When reality is we are more then your sexual tools 
I love her just as much as you could 

They call me 
Home wrecker, man stealer, woman killer 
Struggles go unacknowledged..unreported no one cares what…. we feel 
We are raped over an over again by the assault of the people who say they care 
Conditioned to be nothing but whores, when diseases spread we are to fault 
Discreet underground dark passionate love making 
Keep it to yourself no one cares till they catch it 
So we lust..and lust trying to fulfill what needs we can 
Unheard complaints of sexual discrimination 
My home was wrecked too, when he left me for you 

They call me 
Lesbian, dike, bull dagger, butch 
It looks easy to you but for me I stuggle too 
Ideal family structures hard to maintain 
Fears of long term commitments because the odds are against us 
No laws to protect us, just there to degrade us 

They call me 
Diabolic life form, evil incarnate, Devil 
Damned for a desire that I reject myself 
Even though its not my fault, it is my fault for choosing to lay with..that man 
Kill a brother of your own blood with poisonous contaminated semen 
Results of short life expectancy 
Evil life forms created from diabolic incantations 

They call me 
Transexual, unmanly, drag queen, female wanting to be 
Even though I was this way before I knew the difference between what is boy--what is…girl? 
Mothers hate and disown their own creations 
Regretting that they didn’t take that..pill 
They would kill their own child just to take away the resentment they..feel 
Disappoint those who’re supposed to care 
Trying to be normal..live normal with this woman clawing inside of me..trying to get out of me 
But I gotta be the man I was born to be or else my kids..will hate me 

They call me 
Homosexual, DL, Gay, Bitch Ass Nigga 
Because I walk with a switch or my voice has a higher pitch 
So I put a front and..sag my jeans, walk wit a lean, put my grill on mean 
Look how you want me to look so you won’t see how I feel 
Get me a girl so I can keep my secret 
Be who you want me to be 
But I’m sure you still will find something to call me

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Transition Of Love

Transition Of Love
by Khari D. Hawke




I wait for him to call..... 

The natural happenstance of lust from the very beginning, 
but in time lust transitioned to love, 
love snuck its way into deeplys door, 
and deeply somehow evolved to the need. 

The need to have your eyes meet mine 
as the birds chirped and the sun rose in the wee hours of the day. 

Your voice being the last of the night, 
and the first tomorrow. 
The best yesterday, 
no competition tomorrow. 

You had already won, 
as if the matter of my inner bein were a race, 
i faought and endured to allow love to transpire. 

Yet my mind and my soul fought off the prowler before, 
my strength whithered and died and the mention of "Cynceir" 

Green clouds, 
Red rain, 
colored tears, 
weak veins, 
teathered mind, 
complacent soul, 
convaluted disposition.......... 

All these things and more.... 

And suddenly as quickly as it began, 
a natural nothingness has appeared 

QUITE VIVID MIGHT I ADD..... 

The strong, 
boastful, 
cocky, 
conceited, 
agressive, 
man i allowed myself to be.......... 

Had dissapated, 
Only because i chose to love... 

Yet i still... 
Wait for your call, 
Wait for you to urn the key and enter our sacred place. 

But in reality, 

I am lost in the transition of love. 

From reality back to reality, 
then to rock bottom. 

Though it wasnt intentional, 
I have no control over these, 

Green clouds, 
Red rain, 
colored tears, 
weak veins, 
teathered mind, 
complacent soul, 
convaluted disposition.......... 

Because in reality, 
the transition of love, 
has been as easy as I allowed it to be... 

Transition Of Love

Transition Of Love
by Khari D. Hawke




I wait for him to call..... 

The natural happenstance of lust from the very beginning, 
but in time lust transitioned to love, 
love snuck its way into deeplys door, 
and deeply somehow evolved to the need. 

The need to have your eyes meet mine 
as the birds chirped and the sun rose in the wee hours of the day. 

Your voice being the last of the night, 
and the first tomorrow. 
The best yesterday, 
no competition tomorrow. 

You had already won, 
as if the matter of my inner bein were a race, 
i faought and endured to allow love to transpire. 

Yet my mind and my soul fought off the prowler before, 
my strength whithered and died and the mention of "Cynceir" 

Green clouds, 
Red rain, 
colored tears, 
weak veins, 
teathered mind, 
complacent soul, 
convaluted disposition.......... 

All these things and more.... 

And suddenly as quickly as it began, 
a natural nothingness has appeared 

QUITE VIVID MIGHT I ADD..... 

The strong, 
boastful, 
cocky, 
conceited, 
agressive, 
man i allowed myself to be.......... 

Had dissapated, 
Only because i chose to love... 

Yet i still... 
Wait for your call, 
Wait for you to urn the key and enter our sacred place. 

But in reality, 

I am lost in the transition of love. 

From reality back to reality, 
then to rock bottom. 

Though it wasnt intentional, 
I have no control over these, 

Green clouds, 
Red rain, 
colored tears, 
weak veins, 
teathered mind, 
complacent soul, 
convaluted disposition.......... 

Because in reality, 
the transition of love, 
has been as easy as I allowed it to be... 

On My Knees

ON MY KNEES 
by Khari D. Hawke

I was on my knees begging please 
Lord have mercy on me. 
I was on my knees begging please 
Lord have mercy on me. 

Cause I'm on my knees 

Licking and slurping to a pagan god 
That has me mesmerized 
Praising it! Hallelujah 
Pleasuring him. 

Living for the night life. 
Searching for that one night, 
I don't know why they call it a stand 
because we do anything but. 

I lay, he lays, kneel, sit bend squat. 
Legs apart, ass up dick sucked 
Both Fucked 

Living for the night. 

To suggestively dance in the dim lit clubs 
where same sexes grind gracefully 
mingle harmoniously 
exchange numbers 
celebrate life or drink to numb the pain 

But my plight is that I am addicked to the night life. 
Seeking sex soildiers 
Salvating over sculpted bodies 
Looking to party. 
One sometines two. 
On special occasions and orgie will do. 

But tonight I am on my knees begging please 
Lord Have mercy on me. 

Remembering the newness of my gayness 
My coming out party 

Fresh meat in the hot cooler of the club 
Walking the crowded corridor of the men as the pierced my soul 
I was looking for love in teh place 
Thinking it was right. 

As days turned to months 
I returned to the hot cooler of men piercing my soul 
Making date to be broken. 
keeping some that became nightmares. 

The gem I was became a jaded jezebel walkig the lonely streets 
I found solace in pleasing and being pleased. 

I bent down on my knees 
Praising phallic seeds that flowed gracefully 
On to clean sheets, back seats and concrete streets 

Constantly on my knees 
Eager to please 
Funny the always loved to recieve. 

But the lord loves a cheerful giver 

So why am I on my knees begging please 
Have mercy on me. 

We met in the hot cooler 
He was a sight to behold 
He pierced my soul. 

He took me to an alley 
Where he wanted to pleasure me. 

Experienced on his knees with the use of his tongue 
But when his pants dropped 
My dicked popped, inserted and the rocking didn't stop 
Until the screaming crescendoed in to a roar of joy 

Damn I had to let this boy know what he had done for me with a simple 
Kiss 
Before dropping before his bliss 

When the metallic shaft of his gun hit my dome while I faced his crotched 
My heart stopped. 

My praise went to god allah and jehovah. 
Not to his beautiful thick piece. 

I'm in need of a saviour. Not sex. 

I'm on my knees in a dark alley whimpering 
LORD PLEASE 
HAVE MERCY ON ME!!!! 

On My Knees

ON MY KNEES 
by Khari D. Hawke

I was on my knees begging please 
Lord have mercy on me. 
I was on my knees begging please 
Lord have mercy on me. 

Cause I'm on my knees 

Licking and slurping to a pagan god 
That has me mesmerized 
Praising it! Hallelujah 
Pleasuring him. 

Living for the night life. 
Searching for that one night, 
I don't know why they call it a stand 
because we do anything but. 

I lay, he lays, kneel, sit bend squat. 
Legs apart, ass up dick sucked 
Both Fucked 

Living for the night. 

To suggestively dance in the dim lit clubs 
where same sexes grind gracefully 
mingle harmoniously 
exchange numbers 
celebrate life or drink to numb the pain 

But my plight is that I am addicked to the night life. 
Seeking sex soildiers 
Salvating over sculpted bodies 
Looking to party. 
One sometines two. 
On special occasions and orgie will do. 

But tonight I am on my knees begging please 
Lord Have mercy on me. 

Remembering the newness of my gayness 
My coming out party 

Fresh meat in the hot cooler of the club 
Walking the crowded corridor of the men as the pierced my soul 
I was looking for love in teh place 
Thinking it was right. 

As days turned to months 
I returned to the hot cooler of men piercing my soul 
Making date to be broken. 
keeping some that became nightmares. 

The gem I was became a jaded jezebel walkig the lonely streets 
I found solace in pleasing and being pleased. 

I bent down on my knees 
Praising phallic seeds that flowed gracefully 
On to clean sheets, back seats and concrete streets 

Constantly on my knees 
Eager to please 
Funny the always loved to recieve. 

But the lord loves a cheerful giver 

So why am I on my knees begging please 
Have mercy on me. 

We met in the hot cooler 
He was a sight to behold 
He pierced my soul. 

He took me to an alley 
Where he wanted to pleasure me. 

Experienced on his knees with the use of his tongue 
But when his pants dropped 
My dicked popped, inserted and the rocking didn't stop 
Until the screaming crescendoed in to a roar of joy 

Damn I had to let this boy know what he had done for me with a simple 
Kiss 
Before dropping before his bliss 

When the metallic shaft of his gun hit my dome while I faced his crotched 
My heart stopped. 

My praise went to god allah and jehovah. 
Not to his beautiful thick piece. 

I'm in need of a saviour. Not sex. 

I'm on my knees in a dark alley whimpering 
LORD PLEASE 
HAVE MERCY ON ME!!!! 

Locked

LOCKED 
BY Khari D. Hawke

I ll have you locked up in the tower of my heart 
As I know no better safe place for you to be 
At least, in here I look after you with no doubt 
Just by having you near makes me, ô so happy. 

Little hint of your love each day will keep me going 
Never thought how sweet life could be 
By sharing one another the same feeling 
O tender, I’ve been blessed as much as one can see. 

I ll have to locked you up in the tower of m y life 
Knowing how envious others will be of my luck, 
Falling for your beauty as will make them bad as knife 
Ready to cut in my flesh and all my blood to be suck. 

Untitled

Untitled
by Khari D. Hawke



Star crossed lovers torn apart 
By rifts of an unnatural Ark 
From people saying things 
two hearts collide 
Hard to reconcile 
Eyes closed shut 
Just to see darkness 
the galaxy never on end 
death is ringing a toll now 
taking a life here and there 
for two lives to end where? 
star crossed lovers torn apart 
by an unnatural stalk 
hanging from a branch 
like strange fruit lynchings 
burn love burn thats all you want to see 
love burning in the air 
without leaving debris 
tears rol down because the truth is told 
who am i to say the truth is old 
is it better to lie just to ease the soul 
HELL NO, I aint gonna lie 
cause a lie gets old 
Take back what?!! shit nothing i say 
I spoke the truth not a word ws left usaid 
break me down oh cruel faith 
death come fo me 
I'm killing myself by not living stress free 
death come on down and strike me with one blow 
let me truly see the shadow

HURTS TO KEEP YOU, BUT FEELS LIKE DEATH LETTING YOU GO.

Hurts To Keep You, But It Feels Like Death Letting You Go
by Khari D. Hawke



MY 2ND LOVE YOUR HURT WAS DIFFERENT THAN MY FIRST. 

YOU HURT ME IN A DIFFERENT MANNER. 

YOU LED ME TO BELIEVE THAT THERE WAS LOVE BETWEEN US. THAT WE WERE GOING TO BE DIFFERENT. 

IN THE END WE WERE THE SAME. YOU WEREN'T STRONG ENOUGH TO WANT MORE. 

YOU WEREN'T READY FOR MORE YOU JUST WANTED WHAT WAS IN FRONT OF YOU. 

I BEGAN TO LOVE SOMEONE WHO DIDN'T REALLY LOVE ME, CARE FOR ME, CONSIDER ME. 

TO KEEP YOU, TO WANT YOU WAS HELL ON EARTH. FIGHTING FOR OUR LOVE WAS A STRUGGLE EVERYDAY. 

A STRUGGLE AT THE END I FOUND OUT THAT I WAS DOING ALL THE FIGHTING. 

TO WANT YOU IN MY LIFE WAS HELL BUT LETTING YOU GO CUT ME INTO MY SOUL. 

BECAUSE I DID AND DO LOVE YOU. SETTING YOU FREE WAS FOR YOU SO YOU COULD BE HAPPY. 

BECAUSE I COULDN'T MAKE YOU HAPPY. I FEEL LIKE IM DYING SLOWLY. 

LOVE IS UGLY AND IT IS HARD. THE GOOD PART IS SO HARD TO KEEP. 

I'LL ALWAYS WISH YOU WELL AND WANT BETTER FOR YOU. 

ONCE AGAIN I FIND MYSELF AT THE END OF A BLADE ALLOWING MYSELF ONCE AGIAN TO FALL VICTIM OF ANOTHER DUDES DAGGER. 

WHETHER I KEPT YOU OR LET YOU GO IN THE END ALLS I FEEL IS PAIN.

Monday, January 19, 2009

One Day

One Day 
by Khari D. Hawke

One day, you said 
And I ve been waiting here for years just to feel you loved me 
One day you begged 
My hope has all gone astray as I had no god and felt so filthy. 

My world has turned into a nightmare 
Everyday, surviving is a battle I don't want to win 
My mind and my whole heart are in despair 
Life has become an addiction I want to go to rehab to let it in. 

One day; you whispered 
Remember how my eyes were filled with tears then 
One day; I'm sure heard 
Time went by and all left me on a desert road with my pain. 

I set fire on my beliefs and those symbols 
As their meaning to me was none, I just didn't care 
My groans were nothing compare to these tearing falls 
I just wasn't myself anymore, my own self I just can't bear. 

One day; you said 
From that sweet voice of yours down the hall 
One day. But I stopped it all and laid 
I wouldn't stand it anymore. I killed you for good and for all. 

It Feels Like, But Isn't

It Feels Like, But Isn’t 
by Khari D. Hawke

A pull, a tug around 
swollen neck. Mule-tussle 
Kicking up dust. Heave 
Ho, ho. Stubborn strands 
Of braided silk, twine, 
Iron warming wet with 
Sweat rubying muscle. 
Can you breathe welting 
Like that? Hickies from 
Fingers squeezing where 
The rope don’t reach, where 
Chains don’t clink 
Against bone? Clavicle kissed 
With a fist or a shout indignant 
That you should hear it cry 
Out at your bursting. Whipping? 
Whipped? Metal bit clasped round 
Cheeks and chin. Buttocks 
Clutched with two hands, slashed 
Raw. Mercy is how he lets you 
Breathe in between floggings. 
How he allows sweat to dribble 
Into the shadow of your masked 
Face, quenching. Wince not at this 
For this is glory, this is a white dress 
With a hissing trail long 
As life. This is wedding band caught 
In a stray hand of light touching 
Where welts have shaken from 
Their cocoons of skin. 
It doesn’t not hurt but it does not 
Hurt you for this is not 
Slavery this ain’t nothing 
But love 

The Evolution Of D

The Evolution Of D
by Khari D. Hawke




I’d like to play a number game 
There are 8 letters in my first name 
Those 8 combined makes 41 
4 and 1 make 5, now for the real fun 

5 is the number of expression and creativity 
Of clever and analytical thinking 
It’s the number of freedom constructively 
5 also has its negativity 

5 can be erratic and scatter my energies 
5 keeps me from maintaining any sort of routine 
5 also gives me repeat tendencies 
To make the same mistakes over again, well that’s me 

8 is the number of sacrifice and power 
My life’s story; every day, every hour 
Divide 8 by 2, the number of balance, union, and yin 
Equals to 4, D the 4th letter of the alphabet, the number of creation, where it all begins 

I was born on the 9th, the number of completion 
On the 3rd month of the year, the number of communication 
I guess that explains why my writing is a gift 
How my words have the power to entertain and lift 

There’s 8 in my first name, and 8 in my last name 
8 and 8 equal 16, 1 and 6 equal 7, continuing my game 
7 is the number of thought and consciousness 
Also the number of isolation and introvertedness 

Now here’s the part that blows my mind 
All the numbers mentioned before; 8, 5, 4, 3, 9, 7 equal 36; 3 and 6 make 9 
9 is the number of my life’s mission 
For 9 is the number of true completion 

Now on January 1st, 2009 
I look to my past, at the years behind 
And see what happens when I left go of myself 
And leave my completion in the hands of someone else 
2009 is my year to be me 
Not for anyone else, it’s my destiny 
My fate now lies in the palm of my hands 
My make the rules, the choices, I call the commands 
For so long I’ve let other’s actions determine what I say 
So on January 1st, 2009, I say, I SAY…happy NEW year’s Day!

I Will Write You

I Will Write You
by Khari D. Hawke



I will write you letters that, 
When placed from end to end, 
Will span the length of this planet and back again 

I will write your name between the lines 
On the dot of every "I" 
I will write you 

I will write you so carefully 
You will see your reflection in my handwriting 

I will write you for every word I cannot say 
Let my letters convey 
This feeling that grows within me 

I will write your pain in past tense 
My presence felt in each sentence 
I will write you 

I will write ink blots 
For every tear drop 
You have refused to shed 
Over love lost 

I will write you seductively 
With each slow stroke of the pen 
So you can read the mood I’m in 
Over and over and over 
Again 

I will write you with explicit ease 
With words fit to tease 
Your psyche 

I will write your name with mine 
In cursive so that each letter is intertwined 
Like the snakes our legs make 
When you’re making me quake 

I will write you in paragraphs 
Thick and lengthy 
With run-ons and fragments 
Whatever movement 
We just spent 
Scribbling on pads of bed-sheets 
Where our souls meet 

I will write your future on the palm of my hand 
So that I can carry you with me 
Daily 

I will write your name as an unhappened memory 
So that each time I hear it 
Déjà vu will come over me 
Have me sweating soliloquies 
On side streets 

I will write you 
A never ending story 
Of possibility 

I will write you





Keepin It 100
By Khari D. Hawke



So many out there tryna see
Scope around looking for the other 50
Well, I plan to testify or maybe just specify
Why I am in no way, shape or form, broken into pieces.
Keep it real, sistahs! Keep it real, niggas!
You were born with two eyes and two feet.
So don’t go around lookin’ for the other 50. 
See, I am one hundred. Full and complete. 
Not necessarily looking for the other half of me
Rather for another 50/50 split like me.
One who’s 50% boastful, 50% shy.
50% goofy, 50% fly.
50% Hip-hop Bandit, 50% afro centric. 
50% intuitive, 50% Kool Aid kid.
50% sexy, 50% homely.
50% lovely, 50% loving me.
See I keep it 100. Keep it real. 
So there is no void to fill. 
Though my desires want someone here
Being alone, I’m learning not to fear.
‘Cause there could never be “we”
If there is no me.
So I testify my truths
Put these to use 
Rappers make this lyrical
Sistahs, wrap your weave with this material
‘Cause this boys words are sick.
Let what is love come first within
And then it will be true
As long as this love starts first within you.