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yearning

Posted on August 13, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

My heart, fragile as a laser carved eggshell, still beats. Beautiful, i know it is, yet taken for granted and only appreciated when it pounds against my chest or breaks. Why must I live this life I have chosen, indeed … Continue reading →

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pawns, peasants and slaves

Posted on August 13, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

Imagine this: the concept of owning a slave surfaced like a boil on the face of the planet 12,000 years ago. Certainly it was not when bipedal males of the genus Homo habilis were developing stone tools over 2 million … Continue reading →

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Bruce Cockburn – The Rose Above The Sky

Posted on August 10, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

Cockburn is a poet for the masses. And his music will take you to where you most need to be.

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Spirit Upon Dust

Posted on August 8, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

We draw lines in the sand and pretend we have created something. The Creator blew Spirit upon the dust and clay of this land and we awakened into sight and sound and sensation. That is, if you believe the tale. … Continue reading →

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Note To Self

Posted on August 4, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

You don’t need to ring that bell with a one ton hammer. All you have to do is stir up a gentle breeze. Whisper. © Tina Zabielski 2011-2019

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One With

Posted on August 3, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

Once I have teeter-tottered to my grave on the same wobbly feet that have carried me through life, please don’t memorialize me with fluff, dull as a spoon, useless as a dream never recalled. For that matter don’t slather it … Continue reading →

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Almost Green

Posted on August 3, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

It is almost green again, the world. Almost new, almost a reflection of something no one has ever seen. I dream a dream that repeats itself, familiar similar faces spaces and streets. To dream other wise would be prophecy, no? … Continue reading →

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an Open heart

Posted on August 3, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

You don’t know or maybe you do. Maybe you pretend. I can’t. I am the ink on the page you’d already written when you said, “that’s an idea” but didn’t show. Too sensitive, I am. My trusting, yearning heart breaks … Continue reading →

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I Walk, I Kill

Posted on August 3, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

The Earth teems with Life. Sidewalks are the plains and I the tornado. I don’t mean to, I would never intend to but everywhere I place my foot  I snuff out something. After the earth worms take their revenge for … Continue reading →

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Truth

Posted on August 2, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

Truth is the only safe ground to stand upon.  -Elizabeth Cady Stanton  

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