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Wow... just wow.

When you condemn another... you are condemning yourself. Great pen Sin.

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...

And since my eyes are free to scan I notice Yidiot's the man To have us all rhyme like this here So let me just make myself clear....

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...

A superior trigee in every sense of the word....

I say Nobel Prize.... but then i could be over reaching a bit....

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...

Well, Jesse smells two things a Camera and a Huge Paycheck.

Well, Jesse smells two things a Camera and a Huge Paycheck.

I write because I believe God wants me to say something.

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...

LOL! Dondi, I'd love to take a journey through your mind. Brilliant is what I'd find.

Typewriter by Koye Lott Typewriter type what you write When you write what you type Type it in the right type For the rights copyright what you type When you write for your right Be a writer on your typewriter.....

Why can't some folks respect others' work? I've had 4, yes 4 poems deleted in the last hour. What's the matter here people? HP, they're gone from my screen. I even lost points according to the indicator.

Undisputed By Koye Lott A syllable walks towards the ring steps through the ropes focusing on one thing.... To be king undisputed for the fans that rooted or the troops that saluted No sound now... just the glove's pound now a word lays down now eyes closed in a KO Smelling salts bring back...

Those that hate really hate themselves Storing their souls upon dirty shelves Seeing in no man any good Hiding behind swastikas and white hoods Leading fools towards their destruction Hatred is the devil's seduction I choose another plan Which is to love my fellow man.....