When Time Has Played a Factor In Obtaining Knowledge
I've been forced to deal with 'aspects' of reality,
Most of my life.
And most of my life,
Never did I have wishes to flaunt a notoriety.
Or a skill I've obtained.
IF I was blessed or cursed to achieve it.
My folks had a 'thing' about being down to Earth.
I've never rehearsed what I've had to say to anyone.
Unless a 'character' I created while acting from a script...
Was prepared to light fire to a stage.
And I enunciated using every bit of tongue and lips.
With a throwing of my voice.
If I had to!
I've been trained in all of this!
And I was there to mesmerize!
Ready with emotions emoted under spotlight.
Not holding back one bit with a riveting performance.
Worthy of the attention given.
I learned early in life to know the difference,
Between 'acting' and being free of disguise.
Unfortunately,
Those who are not disciplined to know the 'art'
Of this skill...
Perceive it quite easy to steal scenes,
From a professional...
Who makes that look simple enough to do!
Oh no!
This is much more than a Halloween trick,
For untreated fools.
When time has played a factor in obtaining knowledge,
Identity 'and' confidence...
This,
Has to be shown to avoid further misunderstandings.
And these moments occur when others become upset...
Realizing I am the one directing them to the exit!
Exposing this ability to some for the first time.
And surprising a few,
Who had not witnessed this from their point of view before.
Just how qualified I am at what I do.
And how best to get it done to avoid any waste of movement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Keeping the Mind And Body Healthy
I remember once being driven with interest,
To several aspects of the performing arts.
With a desire to learn everything I could...
About acting, movement, directing, playwriting,
Music, singing and vocal delivery.
And over the years,
I've spent thousands of dollars...
To have pictures taken, traveling back and forth,
To auditions with minor success.
And doing what was necessary to feed and shelter myself.
I discovered early and quick...
The business of a performer,
Is far from glamorous!
Having delicious fantasies...
Do not forever stimulate.
I knew folks who were so in love what they did,
They chose to live in the streets!
And to this very day I thank God,
For enjoying the love I have for food to eat.
And having a place to sleep.
Reality and not delusion kept me fed.
And when I listen to others criticize those,
For what they have chosene to do on stages...
Or how it is they perform by just watching TV,
I am quick to express my anger by this.
Since I know...
For a fact,
Their lazy as...'pirations'...
Could not handle it!
It is not a breeze to make something look easy.
No!
And those that write,
Prolificly day in and until night?
No one who hasn't done it,
Would have a clue as to what that is like.
'Are you 'still' at it? '
~Yes.
What day is this?
And what time is it? ~
Although there are those who embellish their lives,
With such ease as to be believed...
Without a disciplined criteria in sight.
Listening to them exaggerate their experiences,
Often makes me sick of it.
And those who accept the act of plagarism?
I would only show them my fist!
I know inside their minds there is not a hint of integrity.
Since it takes years to muster up the courage...
To have publicized something one writes,
For fear others will tear it apart...
And say about it what they please.
But over the years one heals from this
I remember once being driven with interest,
To several aspects of the performing arts.
And those craving inside me will forever stay.
But I have learned as I've aged...
Notoriety without encouraged nourishment,
Will eliminate a fire...
That rages in one's heart.
IF one does not think,
Of keeping the mind and body healthy first!
Thirsting from a distance,
I have ove rrehearsed.
I've learned those lessons,
The hard way!
The only oasis I have to mirage of late,
Is a kept peace of mind I have enjoyed to insatiate.
*Mister Pertillar?
Excuse me...
MISTER PERTILLAR? *
# Yes. Yes. Yes?
Oh, I'm sorry...
My mind drifted off.#
*Are you 'sure' you want to order,
Another Ceasar's salad with smoked oysters.*
#Am I 'sure' of it?
You want me to help you make it? #
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What They 'See'...Is EZ
Some folks are just not cut out...
To do what they perceive,
To be as easy as they believe.
Or someone critiqued and discredited,
Who makes it look that way!
Isn't that what others have been known to say?
So they too 'conclude'...
From their point of view,
What they 'see'...IS
EZ.
'Would you like another piece of cake?
It took me hours to make it.
But you ate three pieces in ten minutes flat! '
~Each piece was so delicious.
Very tasty.
Ten minutes?
I didn't know that! ~
What appears on the surface,
And done with skill.
May seem so simple,
To those disconnected...
As to how that skill is applied and fulfilled.
And what it takes to communicate it.
Whip it into shape...
And bring it to 'life' to make it real!
Walking from A to B,
My be nothing for someone accustomed...
To walking.
And walking!
Then talking from C to Z.
But it may take another,
Who huffs and puffs...
A day to arrive at the corner store.
To announce by the end of the week.
What was done,
Can not be handled anymore.
The store stays 'crowded'.
All the time!
Standing in line is such a bore.
Everything on them hurts.
And their mind is sore.
From trying to make an impression...
To leave on someone,
They are hoping to convince,
What they've done makes sense.
And very soon will be done again.
Since it is much adored!
But before they do 'that'...
Other priorities they've ignore,
Must be further explored.
With a more determined focus given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Very Difficult to Achieve
Some folks achieve notoriety,
Based upon the quantity of their work.
Not as a result of the quality...
That can be observed.
However,
With a touch of therefore.
It is very difficult to achieve,
A sustained quality!
Well...
For some!
But after a while it really doesn't matter.
Folks will diminish one's ability,
To sustain a quality with quanity.
It happens.
Since the familiarity of it being delivered,
Becomes taken for granted.
Try maintaining substance over time.
It can be done.
But not recommended.
Folks don't associate work with it!
And sooner or later...
Whatever it is becomes disrespected.
For the uniqueness of its delivery.
And deduced as something that was done too easy.
And sleazing it becomes even easier.
Especially by those who rise in the morning...
Prepared to critique,
As part of what it is done they do...
To participate in this experience called life.
We all have a need to fulfill something we regard,
As valued by somebody, somewhere.
And so we do it.
Most times without thought at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Very Few That I Have Met
Who do you think you are dealing with?
Some fly by night inexperienced nitwit?
Someone who has not discovered,
Purpose and the meaning of life?
Someone who excites by any attention given?
And anything shown is perfectly alright?
Nothing that I have learned,
Led me to believe...
I was the center of the universe.
My upbringing 'instantly'...
Chased those thoughts away from me!
I like to share my time,
With those pretention free.
Those who have qualities of empathy...
And a thoughtfulness learned,
After a discovered identity!
Some folks don't know who they are!
And masquerade as someone else.
And after going through a few disguises...
Myself,
I will only spend my time,
With those who give a damn...
About life and what it offers!
There is nothing like knowing,
The I...in I Am.
So you need not try to offer anything less.
Since more of what I am looking for...
Is not worn or shown just to impress!
I am into much more.
And very few that I have met,
Can or have yet...
Let a 'realness' that is inside,
Come outside to be addressed!
Everyone appears,
To be caught up in distress!
And 'busy bodying' themselves...
In someone else's left mess!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Singing was my first love and I never even considered it after I started acting, but now I'm bringing it back into my life. I trained from the ages of 11 to 17. When I moved to New York and got into serious acting, I just kind of abandoned the whole singing thing. But when I grew up in Pennsylvania I went to voice lessons once a week.
quote by Amanda Seyfried
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Should They Be Forgiven
Misunderstandings happen.
But should they be forgiven,
When these scenes are repeated?
With a familiar argument...
Starting again to make even less sense.
Misunderstandings happen.
But should they be forgiven,
When scenes like these are repeated?
To hear the same voice say,
'Let's end this!
And from each other,
Just walk away.'
Some aren't the ones,
Who have a problem with that!
The ones in denial,
Are the ones who keep looking back.
Trying to prove an innocence.
When together time spent,
Neither had been on the same track.
And often having 'chemistry'
Prevents off track distractions.
And it is difficult to say,
To someone once loved...
'Go away.'
But someone should do it.
If misunderstandings continue not to improve,
The communication in a relationship...
That's needing one less fool.
Someone should 'get it' and move on with life quick.
Instead of refusing not to do this,
But stay to annoy until a bitterness gets thick!
With attempts to try enforcing a mending of a split.
And the air reeks of no apparent healing being done,
To avoid any of it.
As those who listen to the same pleas again,
Wish for an immediate bout of amnesia to set in.
Or a door to bolt and cement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Lure For The Spotlight
A lure for the spotlight
lies in everyone somewhere.
At some point in our lives,
everyone wants the centre stage
and have the spotlight on them.
Some just dream about it
to pass the time away,
other have a natural gift
and in the spotlight stay.
When the spotlight shines on you
scrutinizing everything you do,
you want it to go away.
You want your life
to go back to the way it was.
However, when the spotlight
has been on you
it will never leave you alone.
It will be with you
for the rest of your days.
15 May 2008
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
There were time when I was into method acting that I did have moments of residual character emotions, because the method bases your emotional responses as a character on emotional experiences from your real life.
quote by Corin Nemec
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Familiarity With Self And Confidence
I never before experienced rejection,
Until it was done.
And...
I never before experienced disrespect,
Until that was done.
And...
I never before witnessed bigotry or hatred,
Until that was done.
And...
Living my life being blessed,
Lead me to experience age 63.
But prior to that...
I had no expectations.
Nor had I ever rehearsed...
Anything I did for the first time.
Not one age did I live to repeat.
Familiarity with self and confidence,
Makes things easier to do,
Once one chooses life as an exploration.
And refuses to be slotted as a classification.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My life Lived Is Not Created From An Assumption
Never will I waste my time,
In argument to define my mind.
With someone who professes to know,
My predicament.
And wish to debate decisions I make...
From their point of view to dissect and undo.
If I say what I've done from my own experience,
Has made a difference in the way...
I perceive and display,
The actions I make!
That has nothing to do with anyone who assumes,
Who I am with a retaliation to influence misunderstanding.
My life lived is not created from an assumption!
For anyone to come along to dump their opinions,
Based upon what they have heard through gossip.
If someone wishes to know what my thoughts are,
They need to come to the source.
And not try to endorse beliefs perceived to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
People Who are Ignorant
People who are ignorant,
Have invested valuable time...
And money spent.
To prove their foolishness and ways,
Makes a difference.
Although these folks within their minds,
Have an absence of common sense.
And, are noticeably self destructive and crazed.
People who are ignorant,
Spend every dime spent...
Revealing their incompetence.
And taking direction from those who are right,
Is something they've never done.
Since deceit and decadence has been their main appetite.
People who are ignorant,
Believe an ability to thieve makes them great.
They believe their disasters started,
Shows their expertise and them being able to create.
But people who are ignorant,
Like these folks show they are and can be?
May seek an empathy from others for their stupidity.
But sincerity shown these empty headed 'entities'...
Is a waste of time.
Unless one wishes a suffering done endlessly.
However...
People who are ignorant,
Have been convinced their way of life...
Is one pursued by those who are jealous.
And are threaten because they are envied!
And standards they value,
Reflects upon them in a 'special' light.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
How Am I Qualified?
How am I qualified?
I would not be selected,
To be in your presence!
What experience do I have?
Has anything you verified,
Been connected or tied to corruption?
My life is based on 'fact'...
Not on created lies!
I am here to replace a mess,
I did not create.
I am here to achieve...
Not sit around and fake!
What did I like about my last position?
Leaving it in a better condition.
What did I dislike and why?
Being surrounded by incompetence.
And being around people who made no sense...
And got paid.
Proving I can correct mistakes,
Others had made.
Being taken for granted.
And having my point of view slanted.
Having my character slandered and despised.
Seeing people backstab and creating viscious alibis.
Gossipying and not doing tasks assigned.
Dining on the clock and whining all the time!
Why should you hire me?
That's a decision you must make.
But if you take a look out of your window...
And leave those pretensions you have behind.
You will discover there are very few left...
Who are 'not' completely out of their minds.
You are not going to find anyone like me...
For that fee to continue to swallow your BS,
And smother your crimes!
Let's get real here.
If you don't hire me...
Who else will you get?
To protect what's left of a quality of life,
You did your best to keep away from me.
Now that infestation has defected your reality.
And for years I've been getting you to hear and see...
Without me you will never do things right!
That's why you have few peaceful nights.
How am I qualified?
I've stood by and watched you,
Defy your own ignorance,
To spite everything I am.
Including my intelligence.
If you don't hire me and my honesty...
You will never climb out of the hole,
That swallows you as it grows.
How am I qualified?
I would not be selected,
To be in your presence!
With a mind still clear...
That is competent and bold!
And that clearly has not happened here!
I do not fear success or working at my best.
I may be more than qualified.
Judging from the surprised look you have in your eyes.
I would call what I have 'integrity'.
And if you don't hire me...
It will be the last of it you see!
And I hope you wont gamble with this opportunity.
Especially at these prices you offer and wish to pay!
Consider this deal a steal!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Film acting is really the trick of doing moments. You rarely do a take that lasts more than 20 seconds. You really earn your spurs acting onstage. I needed to do that for myself. I would hate to say at the end of everything that I never did a stage play.
quote by Sam Shepard
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
How Easy Has This Been Made To Do?
How easy has it been made,
For anyone to lift...
An accusatory finger to point to someone else,
As a reason for their problems?
How easy has it been made,
To destroy other lives including their own...
By the creating of lies and hiding behind them.
How easy has it been made,
To ruin the quality and standard of life...
Of those who want to live their lives right,
In environments where people have been taught...
Mediocrity is acceptable.
And a public performance of ignorance,
Is just the thing to do since it's attractive too.
How easy has it been made,
To degrade a neighborhood to do it with a doing done?
As others from the outside watch this,
With an open invitation for more to come.
As if everyone has free admission to see fools in a zoo.
How easy has this been made to do?
And who benefits from this?
Not even the ones who make a dollar in profit.
Or the ones who created it,
With beliefs they can drive away...
To an exit that no longer exist.
Or a door to lock to keep them safe.
Those who have that kind of mind will never from it escape.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Unique and Cartoonish
She said 'things' I write about did not exist!
As if she knew my experiences...
And the affects they played on my mind!
Of course I've learned to have patience
With such ignorance.
I identified that immediately on my journey...
And was prepared to respond.
Moving on and feeling blessed...
I am no longer disturbed in rest,
Or protest misunderstandings!
Yet I do know how to remove nonsense
Off my path fast!
There is something about clarity I've learned to enjoy!
And he say-she say-they say mindless crap,
Has graduated my insight with a peace of mind I like!
I grew up with folks disputing truths
Reduced to gossiped innuendos!
Perhaps that is why my writings aren't believed,
As actual occurrences.
The dysfunctions are too unique and cartoonish in application!
However...
My impressions,
Sometimes suppressed by depressions!
And inflicted aggrevation from apartheid oppression...
Still existing in disguise as diversity wishes.
Were not created by Disney and a crew of animators!
Although I admit...
I became quite amused by the busloads of tourists!
And folks still think all that's needed in areas of my birth
Is a few peanuts to exist as they take snapshots...
To prove their 'liberal' sensibilities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Indian Giver
An Indian Giver is known as one who would give you something then take it back
The term came to be many years ago through some misunderstandings to be exact
Under normal circumstances I would not call myself an Indian Giver ‘cause I’m really not that way
But I have to say that I’m an Indian Giver now because I’m taking back something I gave away
I gave away something I shouldn’t have to someone many years ago that belonged only to me
That thing that I gave away so long ago to someone it didn’t belong to, was my own personal identity
I gave it away when I accepted their view of me, my life, what I do, where I go and who I spend my time with
But my identity was given to me by God who created me and gave me identity as a gift
It began when an event took place in my life that they didn’t approve of and said things that broke my heart
As the years have come and gone away, things they say to and about me seem to tear me apart
You see, I started seeking their approval for everything I did always concerned about what they thought
Then when they did not approve of something I did, I began to beat up on myself a whole lot
It was like if they didn’t approve then what I was doing was somehow wrong or bad in some kind of way
God would even tell me the outcome if I shared it with them, but I would share things with them anyway
As time went by things got worse ‘cause I got angry if I felt they were passing judgment on me
Instead of calmly telling them that I didn’t receive their judgment I became more bound rather than free
It’s a shame that things have to get so bad before we make a decision to do something about them
Then we run to God in prayer wanting Him to do something ‘cause we know we can’t do anything without Him
If we had gone to God in prayer at first instead of going through years of self destruction
We could have avoided a lot of grief, pain, anger and sleep, not to mention our destiny’s interruption
When you allow rejection, judgment and condemnation to come in, you give away your identity
When it is God who created you to be who and the way you are, and if anyone is to judge it is He
No one else has a Heaven or Hell to place you in, nor does anyone have a right to control you
But, when their thoughts, opinions, judgments and negativity get you out of character, that’s exactly what they do
The sooner you realize what has taken place in your life to cause you so much hurt
The process of healing can begin to make you whole and put satan under your feet in the dirt
You see, rejection, low self-esteem, fear of man and deep hurt are all spirits invoked by the enemy
They’re strategically designed to steal your joy, kill your dreams and destroy your vision so you can’t see
The devil will pull out all stops to get you, including using people at church, work, family and close friends
When he sees what buttons affect you and distort your true character, he’ll use them again and again
We’ve been sent as sheep in the midst of wolves so we must be wise as serpents and as harmless as doves
This is not always an easy thing to do, so we must constantly be in communication with our Heavenly Father above
With His help we will overcome the wiles of the devil, we will be whole and our blessings will flow like a river
As we take back what rightfully belongs to us, our God-given identity, when we become an Indian Giver
poem by Deidre Blair
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Life vs Time
The greatest enemy of life is time
Time always gets in the way
No matter how much we try to avoid
It follows you around
When we laugh
When we're happy
When we're innocent
Time goes by so fast
When we're depressed
When we're blue
When we're not right
Time goes so slow
No matter how much we pray for time to go fast when we're sad
It goes slower than the three toe sloth
But life can't live without time
Time doesn't exit without life
Because there's time
Everybody tires to do things in a hurry
Thinking that time will go by fast.
poem by XXXHolix Fire
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Dieing Is Not An Option
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
We all are born receiving gifts,
To experience our lives as we choose...
And like.
Some refuse to believe they have chosen,
To follow another on a path.
Instead of selecting,
A happiness grabbed for them that will last.
And that is not easy when variety,
Appears to confuse the mind of some.
Especially when discipline and devotion,
Seem to compete with those who have more fun.
But...
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
Desiring with wishes!
Assisted by dreams one wants fulfilled,
Keeps one motivated to achieve and accomplish.
Experiencing the adventure...
Of acquiring skills.
And doing what one likes...
Is a thrill no one consciously,
Wants to see end or kill!
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
'Excuse me,
I know you have decided...
To take your own life.
However...
Do you mind,
Taking it eleswhere?
And away from my sight?
Over there feel free to complain.
And do as much of it as you like!
But doing it around me,
You see...
For that I have no appetite.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
This' Is a Love
How can you teach someone,
Who you are?
How God has selected you to be?
How is that taught?
How can a life lived be explained?
As if that life...
Is from a lectern to lectured.
And regurgitated from notes.
As if life itself is rote!
Some knew who they were,
With positive identities.
Knowing from birth exactly who...
And what they wanted to be.
Studying is great to hone a skill!
And if that skill is loved?
Then that's a blessing from above!
Just like a marriage.
And I, speaking from my point of view...
Will never be unfaithful,
To what some think I like!
This is not a preference!
'This' is a love!
And there is nothing coming between us!
It is unconditional.
And no better love could I have!
Than to write feeling blessed...
With a gratefulness I can not express!
'This'...
Is a love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In Between Those Moments Gone
In between those moments gone,
And those wished to be...
I finally realized,
I can not continue to analyze my life.
It has to be lived.
In the time given I am living it!
This life!
My life.
And right I wanted it.
Free of tricks and traps.
No more patience could I give to that!
In between those moments gone,
And those wished to be...
I had to let go!
From the redoing of the 'what ifs'.
And the sitting with emotions reminisced,
To feel them still existing.
'Something' had to end.
I knew it was 'my' resisting.
And...
In between those moments gone,
I learned how to begin to believe...
In me!
And severing myself away from conflict,
Was no longer a question welcomed to visit.
It became my duty.
My reality.
To free my soul.
In between those moments gone,
And those wished to be...
I knew I had to maintain and hold onto my dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!