Something to Think About

Something to Think About

Something to think about…

There are millions of children that did not eat breakfast this morning

There are millions of children that have no book to read in class

There are millions of children that are sick but do not have enough money to see a doctor or have the option to pay a co-pay

There are millions of children that go to a school that has no room in the budget for a pencil or a pen

There are millions of children that live with all of their siblings in a studio apartment

Missing one or both parents

Waiting on the organization to sort through some clothes that we donated to make absolute sure that they cannot sell them

Speaking of things that get thrown into the trash

I wonder if everyone brought a few extra cans of food or their extra vegetables over to the food bank

Think about it
Think about it again
Now think about it again

It is not the Republican’s fault
It is not the Democrat’s fault
It is not the Independent’s fault

They have known about this problem for over 2000 years and no one has done a thing

It is only my fault for not writing this poem the day that I heard of this all

We must not fight about the world anymore

We must erase the problems that we caused by complaining about everyone else’s faults

The only fault is our own

We must correct ourselves
And the future will begin to grow
I thank you from the bottom of my heart
We needed to have this talk
We must give the next generation
A chance to learn from us all

Stop disturbing the young
Stop disrupting their growth

Change yourself

Until then
Do not waste your breath trying to speak for us all

22 February 2017


The Odds Are In Your Favor

The Odds Are In Your Favor

The odds are in my favor

The odds are in our favor

About .0014% of people publish their book in a given year.

I am in good company.

Thank you God for these odds.
Thank you God for this strength.
Thank you resilience
Relentless awareness
My heart
My hand
My gut
My mind
My senses
My perception
My conscience
The change of season
Especially Autumn and Spring
My will
My faith
My love
My mistakes
My losses
My gains
My angst
My anxiety
My ability to step back
And refrain

Thank you paper.
Thank you earth.
Thank you ink.
Thank you pen.
Thank you tree.
Thank you inspiration.
Thank you readers.
Thank you to all of the writers, poets, philosophers, scientists, romantics, and thinkers that came before me.
Thank you Universe for my passion, strength, and abilities.
Thank you to everyone that I have ever met in my life.
I have a little piece of all of you in me.

Now set me free

Dear Dear Dear Universe

I am ready

Set me free


That’s right
How could I forget

My freedom was always here

It was patiently waiting
Deep deep down inside of me

I am free

19 February 2017

A Season to Let Go

A Season to Let Go

I am ready for a new beginning

So here is the first-third of my life’s end

I am finished forcing life

I am done forcing plans

I am never burdened by the gifts and lessons each day gives me

I promise myself that I will embrace this moment

And every moment.

I will try my best to see my life through a magnificent and clear lens

I can not waste my time worrying about time

For time is not natural or sacred
It is a means of control

And in most instances

A lie

We are all here to be different

How boring would life be if we all followed the same story
The same plan

Change of season is the only real measure of time
Yes, of course the sunrise

And lastly
The sun falling into the west each night
You can argue all you can


Please allow me to remind you
The first clock
Was created
By man…

I will not create anxiety about my future

I refuse to carry around any depression from my past
From this moment forward

I will enjoy my days a little more

Having all the faith I can

That my life is always

In the Universe’s hands

This is the Season that I have learned to let go
I am a little uneasy
I am a little humble
I am a little excited
I am a little unsure
I am a little terrified
I am a little confident
And yes, just like everyone
Maybe a little scared

Guided by trust and belief in all that is good on this Earth

I can rest assure

My life is in the Universe’s hands

Welcome to the beginning my good friend

Leave your troubles back at
The end

Joseph S. Fusaro

9 February 2017

Dear Carrie

Dear Carrie

Dear Carrie,
I had been meaning to write this letter to you
I saw a beautiful soul talking about bipolar
I think it was on the tele-radio something whatever
She looked a little familiar
But I never really cared what show, movie, band, or program the famous people came from
I just see a person that gets used over and over
Paid a ton to be abused
Forced to hide and lock their self up in a room
Until they get called that they need to take a limo over to the next viewing
Cameras flash
Stories fly
They come in droves
Quickly the copywriters lie
The stories fade
On the internet they finally come to die
And I wonder how anyone can do it?
And I wonder why the tabloids, media, and paparazzi have no heart
Little minds
Lack of conscience
False intuition
Dirty Money
Wasted time
Someone else is really never my interest
Never my concern
Never my business
Every time someone sings entertainment news to me



I hope that with all of my heart, body, and mind that you can finally feel the peace that I have been trying to send you
You deserve this feeling
At least for a second
It is not fair that those of us that live with this dis-ease never get to feel any of this
While the rest of the world steals love and they are drowning in it
Flaunting it
Hating it
Complaining about it
And constantly throwing it in our faces
And wondering why we don’t join them
They keep blaming us
I am so tired

I am

I cannot believe you were one of the first ones to open up
I cannot thank you enough
I feel a little less shame
A little less blamed
A little less alone
A little less hated
I wish that I could write a letter to everyone in the world and try to send them the love that they deserve
However everyone says that that is my weakness

I care too much

And in 2016…

This is a weakness
But if you ask me it is a hell of a lot better than not caring at all
What the…?
A little nurture
A little comfort
I guess I’ll write it down on a vision board
Until someone finds the rest of the world a cure
And I will stay right here
I will be patiently waiting for it

So now is the part where I try to turn it all around
As if something good has come of this
I pray that tomorrow they are not dancing in the streets with light sticks
Reciting lines
Or buying tickets
Rather praising you for being an American girl
Heart on her sleeve
At one time she owned the world
And right now you are the queen of all the people just like you and me
You are our hero
You are our Universe
We all share that common strand of DNA that is embedded deep into our souls

I take comfort in knowing that you are now okay with everything and that maybe now everyone can get through this wall that was built around people like you and I
You took down that wall
Now all we have to do
Is walk through it


Think about this.

Now all we have to do is walk through it.

I hope you feel accepted
I hope you forgive yourself
I pray that you feel free
I pray that you are okay with you

You have always been enough for me.
You have always been enough for those of us that understand what you went through
Please keep guiding us
And know that we are all supporting you
God speed kid
Continue to lead us
And we will continue to thrive

Your fire
Your spirit
It has never been more alive

Dear Carrie,
I had been meaning to write this letter to you
Because of your strength and courage
Our fight will be over soon

28 December 2016
Joseph S. Fusaro