attempting a new type of poetry

Part 1

Can you guess what has bested me today?

An unmeasurable power

bound only by those who choose to see it bound.

It’s weightless as it seeps through a set of teeth

only to settle 

and crush any hearts that have been let off their leash.

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Part 2

I’ve decided to bequeath this day to you.

Even rodents and scavengers deserve their day of glory.

but

swift is the passing of the sun from crest to crest,

swifter is my retribution. 

Yes, you have won this day,

but even as you read this your glory fades..

seconds have passed and

I have stolen each one of them from you

using that same unmeasurable power.

K.V.Kenney

GREEN MACHINE- Banana-less smoothie

-1/2 avocado 
-frozen cauliflower (prob 3/4 cup... I eyeball it)
-3 or 4 dates
-1 tbsp chlorophyll
- @vitalproteins collagen powder
- nut milk of choice (I used water, but I think a nut milk will be better!)
- liquid stevia (I put 10 drops, but add as much or little as you like!)
BLEND WELL AND ENJOY 😊

A Choir of Animals

why don’t we wear our beasts upon our heads

like festive furs for the world to see

because once we have been decorated

in our own depravity

made our missteps into music

from there

something lovely emerges

from those unhinged jaws

echoes our song

and it is our own to keep 

-K.V. Kenney

Experimenting with Sonnets..although I hate structure!

welcome love, to the wasteland and the wiles

oh won’t you sit beside and drink remains

of past dears and feast on silenced reconciles

 never will you taste such fruitful stains

let’s dance until you’ve ground your feet to dust

sip quick this wine and pray for its delight

your eyes a verdant green, fresh and free of lust

no shade finds home in those that bring you sight 

but smooth and sudden is the devilish grace

reveals a know in you unknown to me

a dazzling darkness plays about your face

then gone like wind on an unmoving sea

I reckon none intend to leave this game

never have two players been so same

Land of Dreams

Each morning is the tacit foe that signifies our end

arrogant and gluttonous in its manner

thief of our light 

and now here it is,

drawing me away from my dreamy chasm.

Already 

my lips yearn to venture down your spinal cord again

blissfully lost amongst your edges

I’ll never let go of our ruffled sheets

never forget the pricking of each hair

electric

tousled effortlessly into the chaos of our kisses

the symphony of our limbs

making music

I will find that place again

Even if I have to carve the sun from the sky

and pick its cosmic pieces from my flesh

forever

-K.V. Kenney