Bruce Jackson's Writings
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Article
May.26.2012
We need more than just some bright ideas. We need way more than that.
Bright ideas are good. Don't get me wrong. We just need more than that.
We need the initiative to do something with such bright ideas. We need the drive within us to go beyond thinking and get started doing. We need to conquer whatever it is that lies within us...
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Poem
Mar.23.2012
Rancid odors fill the room.
Putrid decay abound.
Death offers its impending doom.
A shadow covers those whom he has found.
The question remains unspoken.
The answer is never heard.
The silence remains unbroken.
Death moves without a single word.
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Poem
Feb.19.2012
In the final hour
Of these final days
Both sweet and sour
Seem our futile ways
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Poem
Feb.18.2012
Welcome, one.
Welcome, all.
Welcome to the land of limitless depths.
Its endless days seem to live on forever.
Here is where dreams drift and die
Right before your very eyes.
Try and find your way out,
But it keeps you trapped for eternity.
Search for a way out,
And discover the death of destiny.
This is home to depression and despair.
This is where reality kills...
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Poem
Feb.13.2012
Intentionally
I pen these words
Through streams of tears
Out of pain
Under pressure
Without remorse
For all readers
Throughout the world
Leaving me vulnerable
But at least at peace
With my God
And with myself.
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Poem
Dec.22.2011
Narrow is the way.
It is the way that Jesus spoke about.
Narrow is the way.
It is the way that only few will choose to take.
Narrow is the way of the faithful and obedient.
Yet, wide is the road to utter destruction of the soul.
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Column
Nov.17.2011
Some call it writer's block. I tend to use the term creative gridlock.
You are full of ideas and budding with inspiration. You just don't seem to have it together enough to formulate a decent message. You want to use your creative talents, but you cannot seem to get your creative juices flowing.
It's gridlock. You have some good...
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Poem
Jul.11.2011
It is with deep regret and sorrow,
Plagued by worthless woe,
That I write these words to none but myself.
Convinced that my convictions are dormant,
I lay awake at night full of contemplation.
Should I complain as always?
Or, should I consider an alternative?
My complaining seems an exercise in futility.
I seem alone in my complaint.
The others remain silent....
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Poem
May.30.2011
Poetry or prose?
Either one of those.
With conjecture, I suppose.
My words seem to juxtapose.
I seek a little more than I suppose.
I am satisfied with both these and those.
Will it be poetry or prose?
Either way, this has come to a close.
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Poem
Mar.17.2011
Untitled (With Good Reason)
There’s a reason
For this being the way it is.
Do I remember?
Nope.
I had good reason
For making this the way it is.
I just can't remember, though.
All of what I want to do is okay.
All of what I need to do is fine.
All I want to do is remember
What my reason was for this poem.
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About Bruce
Speak from the heart and speak to the people.
Married to his wife Danielle and father of Marquest, Mia and Marley Jackson, Rev. Bruce Jackson feels blessed to be a part of a community where change is on the rise in San Diego. He serves on the board of...