Spots
by Koye Lott
Scrubbing fails where kindness is successful...
the spots that dot our souls leave stains on our hearts
and we become all the wiser for them
we decide to explore them.... or ignore or abhor them
openly
mentally metaphysically
but busily we exhale and inhale
albeit from woes...
Scribe Watching
by Koye Lott
How can one spot a scriber
of feelings and emotions
in a sea of flesh?
Without bells or alarms.. or
lucky charms... silly poet
your tricks are not just for kids...
It depends on the individual Godfather. I thinks some poets are born to be poets, while others are influenced by poetry and the art is therefore born in them. I have been scribbling since grade school, and i still don't consider myself to be near where I should be.
Radio Song
by Koye Lott
Born in the eras of soul
and hip hop
jazz and bebop
punk and hard rock
you know I can't stop
putting petal to metal
could not stop
turning dial after dial after dial after dial...
music took my mind.... when I
was just a child
Used to sing for play play
until this one...
Leaves
by Koye Lott
.... as if designed of paper
and set free in a fan
overlooking a valley
in the hills
of your wildest dreams...
they rock themselves to sleep
they rock themselves
they rock.....
... almost like paper
cradles
pushed by loving hands
in time to a lullaby
played on the stones
of...
Your Poetry (In My Words)
by Koye Lott
In my words
your poetry is medicine
for the nagging cough
that infects so much of society...
without the impropriety
or malicious intent some give
see
your poems make folks want to live
in my own words
they jump start the batteries
without battery...
Late Night With Koye Lott'O Man
Airing on See BS
KL: Let's welcome my next guest, star of Fox TV's Louse; Charles Bukowski!
Buk: Hey man, someone just flattened your tires. Wanna share a cab after this?
KL: What?! That was my mother-in la...
Buk: Sausage?
KL: No, I don't want any sausage...