Upsets & Letdowns: The Acceptable Taste of Bitterness

By E. Bassey

In a sense life is like a series of memories grouped together. Throughout our existence we all have positive and negative experiences. One day I was thinking to myself, new memories somewhat replace old ones. I highly doubt that Im the only person to ever have had this notion. You cant really remove your recollections, but merely suppress them. Therefore, the more good memories we have, the more likely theyll substitute for the bad ones. By creating better memories, the upsets and letdowns of our pasts become less predominant.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 23, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499004120

E. Bassey

E. Bassey was born on August 27, 1981. He was born and raised in the Bronx NY. E. Bassey began practicing the art of rhyming at the age of eleven after being fascinated with one of Hip Hop culture’s art forms (rap). He has been doing it ever since. It wasn’t until about ten years later after a few of life’s experiences and some growth, when he diligently started expressing himself through poetry. Confident in his talents, E. Bassey began his quest for success in the arena of writing.

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I pray for the best, but prepare for the worst

I’m accustomed to the latter because it usually comes first

My years are filled with hurt

A series of unfortunate events traced back to my birth

I try to calculate my worth

Adding that I’m cursed

Multiplied by cruel jokes played by the Earth

I can’t believe thats real

Although, thats how I feel

My weakened shield

Yearns to reveal

The pain that it’s concealed

In the face of doubt my strength kneels

Standing tall is timidness

I find myself burning bridges

Usually with a quickness

Aiming for the flames to catch visitors

Nobody crosses over, maybe its too rigid

I have a sickness

My head feels hot and my heart feels frigid

I never wanted a mistress

Only a Mrs.

Is it too much to ask for someone to share interests

. . . and a love with no limits?

Especially if I’m more than willing to give it

Alone is how I’m supposed to spend my existence?

Surrounded by people who are pretending

With the false messages they’re sending

Just being me isn’t good enough for the crowd?

Ironically, rejection has been my friend for a while

Its always there with a welcoming smile

Some would accuse me of crying out loud

Should I be be dying out loud?

Maybe they’ll honor another martyr

They could remember him with sorrow

However, he’ll be too far gone to follow

These thoughts and feelings I wish I could bottle

And put them on a shelf until tomorrow

My hands are currently folding up

My heart is on my sleeves, but now they’re rolling up.

The Master

For years I’ve been one of them

Although, I no longer want to run with them

So I will try my best not to summon them

I’m referring to the demons

They swarm in legions

Creating spiritual lesions

There were times I’ve acted like a heathen

Now I choose a higher being

Something is out there that my eyes aren’t