Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

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,
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If discouraging my sensibilities,
With the implementation...
That effects my forward footsteps,
You believe can be done...
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The offerings are there,
To appease our growing need...
Feeding those ever changing sensibilities.
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We are in the midst,
Of a new beginning.
Although it seems,
A whirlwind of conflicts exist.
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Deciding to come out of hiding,
To run away...
From what's inside,
Kept still denied.
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How can something so vital,
And necessary to the growth...
Of the minds to advance the education,
Needed for today's children to compete...
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We sit and wish to free ourselves,
From the ease to fall into the grips of lamenting.
Part of life is to be shakened up a bit emotionally.
And that is the only sense we can not transfer.
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Why are the people horrified?
And running about as if panicked?

'They are trying to find places to hide.
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In today's society,
People are seldom happy...
Unless the ruining of someone else's life,
Has come to enhance a feeling of self worth.
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A rushing done to be accountable today...
Leaves 'what' to be influenced?
An attention to get?
Or is it a wish to be thought of as responsible?
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