Perla Joe

This is how I provide a space to grow

Between writing a poem, and singing a song

I see images, and I hear voices

Interlined by the void

I am not someone I know

Which always gives me rays to flow

Between capturing moments, and recreating storylines

I try not to lose the pleasure of reality

And the power of the unknown

I am not someone I know

I see me, through every reflection

I see my past, I see my future

And I keep for my present

The right to the infinite possibilities

I see you, I know me

Through what you know

But I’m not someone I know

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Between the title and the first line, I made two phone calls
Everyone is wondering, Beirut, now what?
I won’t be harsh on you, you are what we’ve made of you
You are so many & so much, yet you yearn in a clutch

Beirut, now what?

We do enjoy…

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Perla Joe

Perla Joe

When I write it, I solve half of the problem