Support Ashraf Fayadh, a Palestinian poet who has been sentenced to death by the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia..

for Apostasy for christ sake.. in this day and age...
..in Islam (Arabic: ردة‎ riddah or ارتداد irtidād) is commonly defined as the conscious abandonment of Islam by a Muslim in word or through deed.

Islam really does need to get its act together and drag itself into this century or at the very least stop killing people for such a flimsy thing called belief / faith

..imagine if the catholic church started to do the same here... and they did to an extent with ostracisation / denunciation - thankfully 'The Struggle' helped break the back of their power.. particularly here in the north..

Anyway.. and most crucially..
please support Ashraf Fayadh, a Palestinian poet who has been sentenced to death by the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia:

Worldwide reading 14.01.2016 - Worldwide Reading of selected poems and other texts in support of Ashraf Fayadh


http://www.worldwide-reading.com/archiv-en/14-01-2016-worldwide-reading-of-selected-poems-and-other-texts-in-support-of-ashraf-fayadh

William Butler Yeats

On this day in 1865..

No doubt many have many favourite WB Yeats poems...

When You Are Old
       
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.











William Butler Yeats
Born: June 13, 1865, Sandymount, Ireland
Died: January 28, 1939, Menton, France

Poem - Horse Words

hypnotic or alluring the scratch of the pencil
like a fresh horse just out 
spooked by a sound in its mind
the smell around it
not running for the joy
but for fear
behind that imagined scratch
on a sensitive place called bleed me
and so it does, but not blood
a trickle of phantasms
half formed half shapes gaining on you 
feeling the fear of the horse words under you
knowing without looking the gallop a leading question
another high cliff just a fall away,
waking up to a future of remembering..