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Kodjo Deynoo
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What do I do, to define who I am. I am but a poet, with an outlook on life, reflected in my writing.
What do I do, to define who I am. I am but a poet, with an outlook on life, reflected in my writing.

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I Learnt Yoga, I Do Yoga
Pen to paper, My mind is like rivers flow, Falls from mountains, liquid into vapour And I am juggling, jiggling Many situations to have to deal with Stress on my mind Wisdom now needs More packaging, repackaging To be sold on open markets The jister is the ...
I Learnt Yoga, I Do Yoga
I Learnt Yoga, I Do Yoga
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The Storm
Kamikaze!! "what" this is just gonna be a blood bath, "what" did I stammer "what" did I mumble. Ok ok again ok again, Kamikaze this is gonna be a blood bath. Knee deep in the trenches of blood, "what" rivers of blood, Vampires all out to feast, like its hun...
The Storm
The Storm
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Traveler's Path
Good byes are like funerals without the body, funeral day cloth colours are as you please, black, red, white or whatever, what does it matter, there are no bodies to cry over, no grounds soft enough to dig, save your crocodile tears, enough of that already....
Traveler's Path
Traveler's Path
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Who is Ebony Reigns
I am from the colourful side of the planet But we are often all just colour blind On these visions Short sightedness Long sightedness None sighted this Potholes on our road rolls Hills and valleys Turns are sharp Peddle to the metal And it is a mexican stan...
Who is Ebony Reigns
Who is Ebony Reigns
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Who made me a slave
Who made me a slave In the 21st century Who locked me in chains For Africa, as a slave Trump over Hillary Everyday anyday. She is the reason Blacks are being sold as slaves In Libya in the 21st century For those that talk Are not as dangerious As those that...
Who made me a slave
Who made me a slave
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The Debt Collector
I have stopped Doing good any more It is costing me too much Like the sales seasons Reduced to clear of summers Wear no longer on the racks. Debt collection Has become too much Of a hustle now As agreed rejected now Having to chase Dear old regret Just to p...
The Debt Collector
The Debt Collector
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Legends of the outpost
Case in point, Frank Matthews Like a page in a chapter Opened in a book Verses, what I have read in pages Are pages to my left flipping Reading like a testimony of events Functionality of  blurred lines With reality, stranger than fiction And you can't writ...
Legends of the outpost
Legends of the outpost
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City Life
City life, We are all guilty Of the crime And yet we are all Victims of the crime, Be it for love or greed Honesty is knowing The moon has no light But who cares When saying The moon's light is beautiful  Just sounds right. No oné seeks to be clear On the s...
City Life
City Life
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In love and war
When guns are pointed  Even in peace times, There is always the risk Of friendly fire. The enemy within, With itchy trigger fingers Always looking for a reason To excuse actions Where innocent souls Are lined up on firing squads On pretence of an invite To ...
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Night and Day
Night expects day Just as day Expect night, Like work shift to clock off After handover on Twelve hours long. And the moon Is warned be warned To bare witness at night As friends of the Sun But not to speak of What is seen And the ecslipe is Told the same, ...
Night and Day
Night and Day
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