How to make an artist's book?

Will you take a look at my book before I cook?

• I am not a cry baby but my eyes have cried an ocean ... Salt water keeps on coming out from my sea emotion ... See my words displayed for you upon a page ... It is so much more to me, akin unto the stage ... Won't you read my mind once more and feel my every move ... Oh, won't you please just look at this and get into my groove ... I'm cooking with gas and all fired up and can I bake a treat ... These words are just a recipe but they are laid out so neat ... I dress them up and sugar coat ... the words that you will read ... I'll serve it up on a silver platter so you'll feel the need to feed ... On my words ... delicious and so tasty ... Come along now please and be hasty ... It is like a sweet meat or a fancy pastry dish ... I promise after reading it, you'll make a wish ... A wish upon the first star seen ... and granted within your dream ... All manner of surprises await after you eat my book ... Lucky little charms will ring, within the time you took ... My book is one of many and it can sit upon your shelf ... This book's just a new reflection of your very own self ... Words are witty and words are shy and words do ask us to ponder why ... These are just a bunch of offerings thrown out there from lady shy-shy ... When my words touch your mind ... Pure happiness, is what I do find ... Sheer delight without a fright ... Shy humble smiles, all bright ... Make me feel like a million bucks ... Even if you tell me, poetry sucks ... I love to see the reactions I get ... Never do I feel the least regret ... Tell me how my words make you dance ... May they feed you, the artists romance ... Presented but not resented in a glance ... Will you take the time to find - enhance ... It's just a story with all of the glory ... It's not a horror full of what's gory ... One day you'll see me in a book ... One day you'll simply say o look ... I read that author on yahoo back then ... She wrote those rhymes without a pen ... I will smile as my eyes fill with emotion ... And you can bet I move like an ocean ... One single teardrop enters the sea ... One single teardrop shed obviously ... One little difference and I'm making it mine ... One little soul ..so it is my time to outshine ... Be fine In time Rhyme Sublime

• Answer:

  Some folk get in a state because they know your poetrys great and like the folk who have no heart the words from them they will depart into the ether of the thought no words compare to what they sought nor bought or sold nor found or caught as nets were cast upon the sea like fish the words they swam to me as silver coins slips through the hand the fish grew legs and walked the land she tried to make them understand but fish are deaf to words as such the fish they didn't care that much they looked around and felt a shiver and quickly jumped back into the river and with the current they waved goodbye and left the lady asking why do fish not see what humans see and now I know why fish are free. Hiya will be in touch soon. Hope your okxx