Change of virtue is a sparrow's chirp
Stretching its nuances of equally the same seasons
To the skies
To the clouds

Nuances are clear
Flower nectar

Change of virtues is another dream.

I can't lift up my eyelids because time is heavy
On my eyelids eyelashes stand vertically
Ingrowing
Like poles in Pollock's painting
Cutting through my eyeballs
Sucking the last nerve out

I can't see the rain any more
Reality is fictional
Chaos mingles on my palms
And craves water
Which is supposed to wash my face

I'm half sad
Half mad

I wash my eyeballs which are dry now
Turn my 10 fingers through

Through red pupils
Hoping crave is insignificant act

My eyes are dry now
My eyes are dry now
My eyes are dry now...

Spare tear fell of a wine barrel
Slow in motion
Heavy in caution

Reminiscent ring of dust in clouds

Aeroplanes and crickets dancing in the garden
Sunset is too heavy

Vineyard leaf smiling on the porch
Silently dragging itself away
To the sunset
To the dust

Butterfly flight is eternity of sadness
Flying towards death it collects fierceness
Bowing to the pestle it feeds on nectar
Meeting daylight learning wickedness

Always leading us to the ephemeral so far.

Hair grows out of flowers
To bring a bolder scent
We breath to imagine
Children reminiscent

Each leaf waters the hair
With a fragile flow
We touch to feel
Alive beauty paw

Stem is proud and rigid
Holds pestle strongly
We fetch to give
Iridescence to holy

We swap and replace
Beauty and dance
Of scent and embellishment
Sunrise sunset romance

Smoke
In atmosphere translucent blood
Pigeons forgot to sing
And magpies stretch their feet on a single cloud in the whole sky
Butterfly sings for pigeons
Songs of ancient
Songs of Gods

Pots are crushed one more time.

I woke up hungry
On Sunday arvo
And I had stars itching me
Around palms

Like violet petals
My hair zipped itself up
No, that was my cat pulling it constantly

Breath of meritorious air
Spunging summer

And cactuses
Yes, real cactuses
Have stung through galaxy of kneated childhood

And lace has forbiden melody and
All that is left is hunger on Sunday arvo.

Nightmare is an allay
I remember emotion
In my skin volley
Of scent locomotion

Movements of blindness
To scavenge hair
From dirt and sand
Pebble neigh sway

Nightmare is a mind
On stairs of memory
Of lonely feed
And dark matter felony

Verging on rocks
It sums up riddles
Spouts and raid
Of sunrise fiddles

Nightmare is a bliss
In dews of knowing
Rebirth and wits
Provoking awing

I'm a senseless plex
In a tunnel of riot
Focused emotion
Giving birth to fight

I am in a mettle
Snake on a rock
Searching for riddle
Of a beauty swat

I'm an orange skin
Peeled on angles
Of memory in steeple
Touching the angels

I'm a glass
I'm a bias
I'm a mouse
I'm a pious

I'm a hand
In gloves of nature's
Vicious brilliance
Of spirit structure

Question of words
Multiple sarcasm
Desiderant foams
Of insect claws

Morning breeze
Sunset raid
Placid tentacle
Karma faith

Counter-puzzle
Of wit

Pavement of molecules
Dead ant and sun
Providing bewilderment

My soul is detached
I'm a decadent
Swaying towards pain
I celebrate ruins of love imprisonment

Alas, birds call of signs
And transcendent vision
Touching my skin
Through hell and heaven collision

Read pious lines
Of God and devotion
Scroll division
Of placid and emotion

Nothing has rebirthed
Command is near
I'm free of painful
Transcendent is here

Stripe on my bosom
Bees butterflies run
Us Without wings

Decay
Soul tilted by sea snails
Crime above moments of sanity
I am dirt and mud
Silk and lace

I'm hungry for decay

My burden is a bliss

Decay

Little ant built a house
It looked like cotton pause
Playin music riot and art
Little bitter wasn't ant

Little ant had a beard
Slid trough artificial triad
Hooked birds bugs and bees
Little ant wasn't trees

Little ant was a dude
Hung bettles juices and cloud
Sang to the earth
Prayed to the smurf

Little ant built a house
It looked like cotton pause
Playin music riot and art
Little bitter wasn't ant

My soul is detached
I'm a decadent
Swaying towards pain
I celebrate ruins of love imprisonment

Alas, birds call of signs
And transcendent vision
Touching my skin
Through hell and heaven collision

Read pious lines
Of God and devotion
Scroll division
Of placid and emotion

Nothing has rebirthed
Command is near
I'm free of painful

My soul is detached
I'm a decadent
Swaying towards pain
I celebrate ruins of love imprisonment

Alas, birds call of signs
And transcendent vision
Touching my skin
Through hell and heaven collision

Read pious lines
Of God and devotion
Scroll division
Of placid and emotion

Nothing has rebirthed
Command is near
I'm free of painful
Transcendent is here

Misconception of an alphabet squared
Brings aim in monotony of reflection
Sadness and truth collided yesterday
Today the letters are in favour

Together smiles of gambled possession
Of life
Of soul

Wouldn't it be truthful than
If we only call it corruption of
Self sacrifice
When?

Braided will into knots of men's volition
Have slipped down during the invasion of morbid
As a trunk of walnut tree or wild rose stud
It stings
It not aims
It provides backwards
And clashes with pain

Once we climb the tree we are rich
Leafs and kernels all around
Rose is something else though

It stings
It provides backwards
And it clashes with pain

Alas, fetch the nuts is climb on the rose stick
Looking forward
Seeing wounds
Braided will into knots of men's volition
 Do we call it death?

Stones and hills
Vaccumig soul
Of wicked and fortified
To hug The blis

Sheet of paper
Reborn strength
Wet like a storm rbvyck. Je nam
Of body anther

Self realisation reached
Mutilation screamed
Finally skin is free
Bird Said: i preached

Fogs mist
Is a leafs bliss
For nature and air
Prolong the fist

Of flys and roads
Of scavenged moans

With mist and bliss
Comes universe spheres
Fights and gists
Inuits suffix

Of peace in bodies
Of lucidity in fluids

Mystify
City
Bulbs
Pretty

Tables
With chocolates
Loneliness
Skippy

Letters
And circles
Magpies
Surface

Lengua
And books
Instinct
Nooks

Forks
In water
Delighting
Martyr

Of
Wisdom

Of
Man

Daisy chain 

You are fame

Of roots of grass

And sun ray flame

Daisy chain

You invite pain

Of vivacious calmness

And serenity rain

Daisy chain

Your dust is laughter

Liveable aim

Of higher and smarter 

Daisy chain

Be a stain

Absorb the rain

Stay and farther 

Daisy chain dance

Sonnet and jinx

Are vortex

Of skies by trace

Red bud
You are a stud
Of beauty like wine
And a clean mind

Red bud
You flick the petals
Love and sharing are your metals
Of pure surprise and vortex recitals
Playing with spirit like a love flood

Red bud
You are a donut
Of higher order
And serenity mud

Ash of ceiling
Instinct feeling
Hydrogel is prying
Pie was being

Cockatoo is fighting
Letter of sign sighing
Mortification timing
Concepts are arriving

Rook tie roams
Of drain and dooms
Of colour gold aping
Now and immaculate foams

Rain drop forwards lines of a night interior,
immaculate fight of darkness interior is begotten,
gentle flake in a drop of night,
knotted drop of chewing cloudy day,
rainy drop is collecting its own,
pain,
saddened drop is collecting cloudy drops,,,,

Little bird rhyming
Sky cloud call
Breeze of love timing
Slick autumn fall

Little bird flying
Tear drop nook
Salt and water prying
Winter spring rook

Little bird growling
Thinnest anter path
Reach the star falling
Moonlike silk naught.

Oak leaf
Oak leaf
Sitting on a tree
Come down
Feel the earth
Summarise the feel

Oak leaf
Oak leaf
Falling of the twig
Show your colour
Roam the wind
Focus on the slick

Oak leaf
Oak leaf
Lightly touching ground
Climb the air
Melt the rain
Summarise the sound

My pores
My pores
Have defragmented
Into dew of brown oak leaves
Hanging down silver trunks
Naught of dirt and dust
In this pebbles of dew
Round suns
And thought to word

Canberra
The haunted city
Where ghosts and spirits play in limbo
Immersing roads of numb roses
Into a game of divided wilderness
In hills nylon movement
In bodies static improvement
Of galaxy
Of freedom

Peach leaves
In my garden seeds of death
Has the tropical fruit rebirthed soul
Of ground full of snails
Is it an intention to potentiality of
Squirmeshed skins
Different is only
A church bell
Ring to the snails
Wake up peaches
I'm waiting in a vortex of
Seed souls.

Relocation of howled limbs
Episode of moonlight
Protrusion slipping up in red
Voices
defragments
sip
Follows ice tickles
Senses hurting them
Pupils

They are tracking my web activity!!

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Xlibris thiefs!!

I have published two books with xlibris as you probably already know Already Smythered and Sea Salt. I paid $3000 for each plus $ 3000 for advertising Already Smythered. I have had problems looking at the royalty page since may 2013. I called them now and then last year to get answers that the 'report isn't ready' and they are updating the website. I sent an email in November last year to ask about royalties again. They said to call around the end of january2014 which I did and they told me report will be ready at the end of February. Since the end of February I've been calling them every day to get confusing messages about the third and the fourth quarter ( since may 2014 aka 'report is ready, you did not sell or report isn't ready). I sent a complaint about these messages. One of the 'post publication representatives' has sent an email saying that 'they are still working on the fourth quarter'. I called the next day and so on but he didn't reply. I sent a complaint to his supervisor. He didn't reply. Just to get a call from the 'marketing consultant' last night to ask for another$8000 for marketing even though report has shown no sales since may 2013.   He was trying to convince me that I did a 'wonderful job' and I need to sale this book to the book investors 'lets not look at the individual sales at the moment'. But they messed up. I've seen the real report and it has shown sales for about a Hal a minute. Nobody wants to talk about that report.
They've been rude, manipulative thiefs. I've tried to go on the complaint pages and I left few messages however they have my email password and they might have some control over my online chanells so I'm calling all who have experienced similar with Author Solution especially with xlibris to join me. I want to sue them I'm sure there's other people with the same burden on their back! Please let's do something about this leave me your names and let's sue them.

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Glucose on a self-nocturnal spin

My hair

My nails

My hair is invention of a sodomy drop

Whilst my fingertips cry for help from pagans of moon

Redness is the only colour of fire

Black and white are only invitations to soul

My nails

My pupils hanging through the nostrils of plausible vain

Itching my senses

My senses are derivative nouns of muscle glucose

Immaculate are pupils hanging on my nails

Virtual

Immersed

Vortexed

Of surplus breath 

Pens and pins singing echoes to the chirp of Magpies 

On the summer porch,

Within my arms,

In my eyes pain of thought,

Along above clouds,

Lonely,

Cupid drawing snowflake in the night of rye.

Insentient blisters in my eyes dilating agony 

To matter and art I vow black veils of crushed pain

Breathing

Weaving 

Placing my underskin on a pile of caterpillar game in nights of comics and short stories

This is a mote of someone else's memory and I'm haunted with mixed feelings of apathy which I try to accept

My haunted serenity playing someone's else's memories

I will grunge your thoughts of blistered  beauty 

In your brain cells my toe nails painted with German literature 

Just like Heidegger's and Hussler's beliefs of death

I died together

And epitome of ire is devour to time

Enough rope hanging with a plot
Dripping ice tickles on my retinas fragments
Rope like a disembodiment of the road end
With lemons and poms grenade weeded tree roots
In my cloud enough rope

Animals n tigers
Sonnets with sirens
City plunked in mud
Reaching roads of pirates

To vortex
To surface
To latex
In violets

Oak tree leaf
Sittin on a reef
Catching sunrays
Intruding a belief

Maple tree trunk
Elucidating toe shrunk
Hiving herbs
Imagining plunk

Of  adornment of a salty rock
In a sea of mighty fishin spot

No satire in a dull moment
Wisdom trooping torment
Along her hair water is insentient
To plead a starlight adornment

Neglige of truth drop
Mimic of a cliche plot
Infusion is the only part of doom
Where self pours into the spot

Of multicoloured feathers
Only one predates  

Sea Salt by Michaela Draca - Powell's Books

Sea Salt by Michaela Draca - Powell's Books

My flesh is deviating from sunrise to deep pit of self sorrow
Illuminating last victory of youth suffocation
With raspberries
With strawberries
With figs
With intimate devotion to epitome

Dark spots on my wrists
Nothing has rebirthed in metamorphosing eye sight
What a gift is a tribulation to pain

I jump
I dive
I kick
I will smile

Entity of soul kernels