The
Go Getter
An aggressively enterprising person, very energetic, determined to be successful and able to deal with new or difficult situations
Rhynell Williams
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THE GO GETTER.
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Williams, Rhynell
Go Getter: poetry that will resuscitate your hope and dreams / by Rhynell Williams
ISBN-978-0-9834448-0-0
Smashwords Edition
First Edition: March 2011
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I’m a Go Getter, not like the rest
Not content with being mediocre
I desire the best.
I look back to my beginnings
Wandered off to pleasures' ways
Life is too short for harbored grievances
For quarrels and never ending tears
What’s the use of wasting
Dancing and prancing in my head
Are the dreams unfilled to move ahead
Goals and visions are so clear,
Pleasing to the heart
America remembers, September eleven
The day terror struck from above
Fear and pain hit home
Cranium straining pains of reality in sleep mode
Up against the wall, tossed, torn and tortured
Simply wonderful that’s what you are
Simple beauty and quiet grace
There’s no wonder I favor and long to see your face
We are not born to be headstrong
Nor are we here to be feared
We are not to be worried or glad
Confronted by the gesture of new flesh
Will I pass or fail this tempting, enticing test
He thought to himself again and again
Angels sit at your beckon call
Without fail no assignment falls
But with humans, selfishness is the beast that stands tall
Hug me tightly; kiss me with your praise
If you like, stay with me all my days
It’s my nature to express and be in love with you
Accuse me all day long
I will survive in the end I’ll wear the crown
Hey God, I know you’re up there
Don’t you hear me I’ve been calling all morning
Don’t mean to beg, but I’m in need of a favor
It’s your wandering child
Forevermore, I let go, of my selfish pride
No authority higher, is what I mean
In every niche of spacious sky
Falling in love that’s the easy part
‘Til death that’s the challenge for the heart
From the start you dive in
People want to be free, but they lay
Trapped, in their own reality
Enslaved by their own mentality
One of a kind
Care so much
To all my broke folks
Moping around and feeling the choke
I’m on my way; I’ll get it done someday
Is what you always say
I must do this, I will do that
The good in me begs for more action
Especially come daybreak when I see all that I’m lacking
Take it out on others is the norm reaction
Don’t go the full count
Get Up!
I say I miss you when you are away
My heart pounds to see you face to face
Times like these I feel so displaced
If for one day, I could live happy
Drive to work with no traffic
Get alone with my co-workers
Are you the one, called Savior
Are you the one in whom to trust
Thoroughly aware of the path being traveled
And the destination clearly vivid in imagination,
The Dreamer continues the venture for the ultimate end
We sweat we slave
Wages earned some do save
When the sunshine cease to shine and the raindrops turn to hail
Tarry through your turmoil,
Armor up, Jesus Is There
If I could go and sleep away my sorrow
I could happily wake by tomorrow
If peace in my sleep I can borrow
Wages of sins are beating me in every way
Today is the same no better than yesterday
The things I have done in the past
Oh Caesar, Caesar, if you could see
How much money they take from me
They say it’s for the poor and needy
Find the eternal value in what you say and do
Bring forth the gift born inside of you
This whole world aches to be anew
He’s the ladder to God
Born in poverty a surprise to all
To harness them back I would love to do
To regain my nimbleness and my super human abilities
It started out as an ordinary day
But a phone call ruined that right away
She spoke of everything that was missing
Sinner am I, wretched fool I’ve been called
Wave my white flag, here I am ya’ll
Deep in a pit a self afflicting thug
In love deep, I think in weeds
This person doesn’t belong to me
One love at home children almost full grown
Who’s there
Open the door you silly fool
Gimme, Give me, selfish is your nature
Take all leave none you are the heartless one
It’s mine, all mine what a reckless sound
Wisdom in many does not show
More give up than go
Off limits, my significant said, every spot
Count yourself out
In my head, she said, you’re not
Wishing on pennies that end in puck
Toss foolishly in a pond
From nothing to wanting it all
Never content seems to be life’s call
From the womb we cry for affection
Not this time or the next
Be so good to you, you will call yourself bless
A crawl, a walk we’re off
A run to life in hastiness we burn,
So count the cost when you make your plans
One life you have, no second chance
When I rise from my slumber
I’m confident in mind, and ready for the grind
Who died at Calvary
The one who cried out in the Garden
Ignore me; push me to the side
Walk around fronting with that fake disguise
Realize, I look at you from the inside, not the outside
I got a confession
I haven’t been living well in your sight