All the things we neglect to say or feel
are stored up somewhere
swirling and undulating in the deep

Eventually, they all rise up--
in a single violent urge
it exits our cowering bodies all at once

and there's nothing one can do but shake

I don't understand violence
In the moment it does not come to hand
I do feel violence
I fantasise violence
I fever my brain with panting anger
But
It's a testing station within a fiction
My practices trace other patterns
And these aggressive thoughts are just obstacles
Yet
I pray host
And I know that
I truly am
A violent man

                                - Mr. Sands

When one wants to express themselves
Do they use words
Images
Sounds
Actions
What?
We all need one right?
An outlet, for when human emotions pile up
And come overflowing through a waterfall
They need an outlet
Either they’re let out
Or
The pipe bursts
And it’s too late then

roiling those hips
setting me on fire
looking deeply into my eyes with your emerald greens
long, sleek luxurious hair cascades over your body as you huff and groan into my neck releasing the pent up energy that you have saved so long for me.