Poem- “Over the Hill”

“Over the Hill”

I tasted a leaf with my tongue.

Something of flavor in wood, sap, and green lifted each nostril.

Water flowed through all veins to its circumference.

The ground below kept my feet in reach.

Another leaf soon filled each thirst between rounds of swallowing.

Emotions crossed the rain where a bright future unfolded my twinkles.

Of course, a mother’s tongue eventually burst into flame.

More than a rainbow organized the colors.

Reflections met upon the ice, chill, and rest.
Broken words overwhelmed my knowledge over the blind spots.

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Book Review, Hafez: Dance of Life by Hafez (Modern Translation)

Book Review, Hafez: Dance of Life by Hafez (Modern Translation)

This is an hour read for a dozen poems.  We’re looking at religious poetry done by Hafez from the 1300’s in what is now Iran; there’s a cloud of mystery to be had from this collection and it’s a historical document of sorts, since we’re not only reading his perspectives on nature but also his awareness for eternal keys in life.  Adam is treated very much like a vision outside through expression because Hafez makes his case on the different wisemen from his time and the general designs humanity has given to heaven.  Dust itself presents an obstacle, a hint, a theory of life under the stars.  Rebirth doesn’t just come from death and the unknown but also from learning and bookish learning under his gaze.  Every article of nature gives something for truth.  A guy can be like Christ, parts to end from end to parts.  The ongoing pressure from night and day keep this poet awake and alive.  Weather becomes his perceived station upon the ordinary aspects due to time constraints as drinks are held and dismissed over the periods of years; in fact, the “dregs” can really be parts for what’s eternal from starting points, slogans to rags, given that our drink of immortality burns on the same, good old notes of nature’s passing.  In one poem, there’s a lady of darkness and she becomes described as a Grape.  “Grape” itself is a literary term that has reached Spanish terminology; it means, among other things in literary fashion for the specific word, a hold, a grasp, a clinging and longing for attraction along the parts realized from heaven’s bounds for glory.  Even when considering the Grape we have to take for notice the language on dregs.  Wine can be a precious ruby since the drink of blood goes through the soul like water and flesh; it’s a taste for immortality.  A hummingbird can be a source intertwined with early weather for plants and animals around him.  He’s book-learned and at least aware of his personal real estate.  Heaven appears to him from the internal and eternal flight, during his ongoing visits to the tavern and other remarkable places we may remain in polluted light of.  At times we’re understanding the nature involved, at times the eternity involved, and at times the vacuum and emptiness of fruitful life.  Spiritual tastes are expressed in decorous communications.  I’ve found a website which has this book and it includes greatly abstract pictures of the Arabic expression, resembling an influence from the drop, like heaven to Earth and beyond.  

The website is here- magepublishers.com/hafez-dance-life-poetry-read-persian-english/  

Poem- “The Changing Mind”

“The Changing Mind”

A captain remains in his bubble.

Suddenly thorns pop it and he falls beneath disordered waves.

Light reaches the ocean in chaos for such a picture.

Reflections break apart upon impact.

Everything splatters under the floating revolutions.

The ship just passes.

More oil fills the drip in tension against rising volume and falling spheres.

Vision becomes the invisible object within touch.

Wind moves into black holes across the universe.

Dreams get loaded in his mind as ghosts to slumber.

Gold is only lost to him where spirits pass the eternal key.

His chest withholds the heart until further notice.

No angel can twist a source like his.

Forms along resting keep whatever void in connection towards loss.

Burning desire stops any breath from drifting into forgotten space.

Over the next greeting comes his fortune within barriers.

Piracy creeps into his thoughts while cost blows the sail away.

Channels between various a land hold on the pause during relapse.
Its edge around drama only fulfills the shame leaning on a view.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/The-Changing-Mind-795772710

Poem- “Definition”

“Definition”

Light graduates in flying colors before the ghostly arrival.

Clouds drift into privacy within means of space.

Another moment opens the seconds while closing its deal.

Particles fill the void until more than air wakes the rays.

Something moves upon its borders, its weakening dark shades.

Every stone has to pass its change where grass lingers tall.

Bugs come out of the storm.

Visuals become these forced hints under the growing barriers.

Twinkles resume during our chanced fate at darkness.

Flip the sound over while its happening vanishes by reflection or dance.

My house is just around the corner to cut into dimensions along nature.
How can virtue fail as weight defines its sudden force?

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Definition-795729468

Book Review, Psychology of the Unconscious by Carl Jung

Book Review, Psychology of the Unconscious by Carl Jung

This book is all about sex.  I don’t care what excuses the author uses because his precise thesis is paraphrased on again and again with further more sentences.  Everything goes something like, “A man must have sex but can’t just have it.”  Lots of spelling errors in the whole book give me a false impression of the author since people in our world do typically use constant grammar errors when they’re in lustful conversation on sex.  Some other writer who I’ve never heard of begins the book with a false impression of Carl Jung’s work, and, Carl Jung himself drifts off between metaphors and never provides enough individual examples to point at his thesis.  You can’t just give quotes.  You have to make something original of them.  A book like this is for humorous purposes even if we’re bombarded with horrible examples of insane patients and Jung connects them to religion.  This is absurd!  How can all the religions of the world be precisely fitted with crazy patients from a hospital?  It’s certain that insane people share some common things with sane people but we can’t just connect them all together under a false sense of equality and justice for all.  And who says that only religious people have anything to do with sex?  This literary piece is very unjust; it’s the might of humor by Jung to denounce that all religions are crazy even if there’s art in such systems of belief.  He’s basically suggesting that art is only made by crazy people.  A problem with the book is that he’s looking at the whole history of religion and trying to connect the dots between unlikely relationships.  To Jung, it’s just psychology, a mind thing; he doesn’t think that religions have been that separate from each other.  People often have different minds from each other and that’s why justice must serve the different lights and darknesses.  Of course, I do agree with Jung in a negative sense that a believer’s literal reliance on scriptures and holy books may lead that poor individual to misleading assumptions drawn from the mind’s interpretation of convoluted text with questionable attributes of thought.  We still have to find a better way to inform the religious folks of their history without being so blatant on vague concepts.  This book is like plenty I’ve read from colleges or university; that is, a writer chooses one idea and, by excusing him- or herself from having to put in effort on authorship, that one idea is paraphrased on over and over again in very similar sentences, thus inflating the book’s real content with a kind of watery effect.  I like the specific examples in the book; however, I’m looking for better quality extensions on the subject and not so much the let-the-teacher-remind-you nonsense.  There also has to be a distinction made between the founders of religion and the followers of religion since the art of religious expression can vary on status and person-type.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Review-of-Carl-Jung-Book-Review--795568780

“The Cheeseburger Rhyme”

“The Cheeseburger Rhyme”

Here comes the bun (yum yum yum yum)

Here comes the bun, and I say

It’s all white

Little darling, it’s been a huge and juicy burger

Little darling, it feels so hot since it’s been here

Here comes the bun (yum yum yum yum)

Here comes the bun, and I say

It’s all white

Honey darling, the fries returning to the faces

Honey darling, it comes so fast since it’s been clear

Here comes the bun (yum yum yum yum)

Here comes the bun, and I say

It’s all white

Buh buh buh bun, bun, bun, here it comes

Buh buh buh bun, bun, bun, here it comes

Buh buh buh bun, bun, bun, here it comes

Buh buh buh bun, bun, bun, here it comes

Buh buh buh bun, bun, bun, here it comes

Oh my honey, I feel that cheese is slowly melting

Oh my honey, it tastes good since it’s been there

Here comes the bun (yum yum yum yum)

Here comes the bun, and I say

It’s all white

Here comes the bun (yum yum yum yum)

Here comes the bun, and I say

It’s all white

It’s all white

Note: This song is a parody of “Here Comes the Sun” by The Beatles.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/The-Cheeseburger-Rhyme-795552778

Videogame Review, Beauty & the Beast for the Intellivision 2 (w/ Brand New Intellivision 2 Controller)

Videogame Review, Beauty & the Beast for the Intellivision 2 (w/ Brand New Intellivision 2 Controller)

Everything has been a smooth transaction with this game.  It’s a classic game for the Intellivision because classics often refer to art and the story of Beauty & the Beast is very related to art.  The program is great.  I’ve never before experienced such nice and comfortable jumping controls since the brand new Intellivision 2 controller was out of my radar; in fact, I’ve had to “spy” on eBay to receive a new controller for the Intellivision 2 and it’s fun to use it off of my other Intellivision 2 consoles.  Movements made with the disc are tilted on like silk: smooth, comfortable, and relaxing.  Songs which play from my video game console also help me take things at a slow pace even while the frantic arcade experience is happening, due to the time constraints as I get along the building levels towards the freak of nature who has kidnapped a beautiful young lady.  Graphics on the Intellivision can be sharp and well-defined; however, that doesn’t mean that everything in an Intellivision program can be sharp and well-defined.  Programmers have to let a cartridge give enough without causing it to break.  For example, Doom for the Atari Jaguar may seem like an excellent title for that Atari video game console until you realize that a lot of owners of that Jaguar cartridge have seen it malfunction and drift into ruin.  There’s also concern Intellivision 2 owners have to have about the insert and eject functions of Intellivision games.  My new Intellivision 2 console does accept cartridges with ease but I’ve had to evacuate from it due to its premature, broken status.  Age goes on for new and used.  The Intellivision 2 controllers are fine- brand new, detachable, and really quite clean.  I know these controllers are brand new since I also have used Intellivision 2 controllers with a darkening, junk-white yellow effect on their shells.  Gameplay for Beauty & the Beast involves climbing up windows on a tall skyscraper and reaching a giant, freakish monster before he unleashes too many birds, rats, stones and other incoming barriers.  Using imagination is pretty required to get the drift of its visionary art.  A plane comes by after I’ve climbed the skyscraper and picks me and my girlfriend up so we can fly home to safety.  Each fire button is ridiculous from all the comfort to be had.  The firing buttons fit well into my fingers and my black disk, which in today’s modern standards is an ancient direction pad, has buttery-smooth controls for movement against the ongoing building structures.  Don’t be afraid to use the keypad!  Intellivision 2 controllers are also in a sense video game consoles themselves because each device contains keys for program alternations.  You can probably think of PS4 controllers and Xbox One controllers as video game consoles, too.  Without a controller a video game console is incomplete.  There’s batches of trees growing in the background which complement to the grandiose visuals during the rough, heated gameplay into the skies beyond recognition for spooks.  It’s funny when my guy falls off the building or when the Donkey-Kong-wanna-be falls off the building.

Christmas Story- “Winter Snow”

“Winter Snow”

A teacher is speaking to her class.  She asks Billy who raises his hand, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”  Billy has been raising his hand and wants to tell the whole class what his dream has been for years and years since turning 3 years of age.  He says, “I want to be Santa Claus!”  From hearing this statement every kid in the classroom starts laughing at Billy.  The teacher stands in front of the classroom and has an embarrassed look on her face.

While Billy then walks out of his English class after the bell rings the kids start following him to his Spanish class like a mob.  Every kid from his English class wants to humiliate him.  Fire is in their eyes.  So, their evil fellowship of Billy gets so intense that Billy begins running to the cafeteria during nutrition break, and the school principal stops him and puts him in a time out.

Do the kids leave Billy alone?  No, they’re arrogant, they’re bullies.  A few kids start sitting next to Billy with mocking voices and teasing faces while some other children resume throwing rocks at the poor kid.  Fortunately, Billy is not hurt and the school principal lets him go.

The young kid gets up from the brick wall and heads over to Spanish class.  Students from his English class wait outside his Spanish class like vultures until Mr. Hugo tells them to leave.

As a kid, Billy tries to get along with the other kids.  But eventually rumors misrepresent him and everyone is talking about Billy’s wish to be Santa Claus.  “Santa isn’t real!”  “Who cares about Santa?”  “People don’t believe in Santa Claus.”  “Oh, my, GOD!”  Still, the poor kid continues taking his classes even while the other students steal his used books, kick his backpack, push him without any prior notice.  Groups of kids gather around with disgust in their faces: “Nobody believes in fairy tales, right?  Billy is such a dork.”

One day a gang of bullies decide to rob from Billy’s house.  Night comes, the bullies enter into his house on Christmas Day, when, suddenly in the living room they hear someone going down the chimney.  It’s Santa Claus!  The bullies roar and scream like little girls.  Saint Nick stands in front of them- a toy bag over the shoulder, a red and white suit, glasses with soot, and a big, giant whip in hand.  “Ho, ho!  Where are you going now?”  The whole gang runs out of Billy’s house.  Santa leaves a note on his parents’ lamp table explaining the robbery attempt and ensures the family Billy will be safe.

Winter comes in shining force.  Rumors go around about the whole ordeal in Billy’s house and children from his English class and other classes don’t wish to test things out anymore.  School begins again sometime in January, and, the kids find something shocking- Billy is there on the school campus in Santa’s sleigh and waves to the other students to come over for their presents.  Everybody gets a box.  The box for each student is filled with candy, marbles, and gift cards.  People on the whole school campus rejoice in their slumber and swear, never again, to make fun of anybody’s wish to be Santa Claus.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Winter-Snow-795411010

Book Review, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

Book Review, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

It’s a short book.  Little fascination can be had with Alice’s world of curiosity because the poetry isn’t very extended to all possible elements of beauty.  The floating cat is actually really, utterly boring.  So many statements we’ve come to grips with exhibit a plain nature in language under the poet’s gaze for her adventures into other dimensions.  Each dimension seems real normal, basic, and imaginary.  I’m certain that sleepers on Earth can relate to the feeling of “going down a hole”.  No mouse in the book actually goes up to the floating cat and I’m disappointed with how safe and terrible he can express himself.  Also, a reader is required to have a big imagination for the book.  Details seem to drift off into missing pieces under the poet’s context of meaning.  Animals of different types come to her and rain on her parade until she admits her viewpoint for cats- this upsets them, because cats eat mice and do horrible things generally, or at least this idea is part of the book’s gist.  You know the cliche of cat versus mouse.  What about a cat playing with a moth or a moth playing with a snail?  These animals do seem like metaphors.  Young girls have related themselves to Alice or even denied any relation to her over the years in our 2000’s millennium.  It can, with reference, be questionable as to a creature’s needs for survival and the ongoing pursuits for staying alive.  No one is murdered in the book.  Yeah, I know I’m being funny.  What a bookish reader might do in his or her spare time is laugh with or at the dying characters in a work of fiction and laugh with or at the dying people in a newspaper; obviously, this personality is twisted and must be corrected in education.  My name is Alex and I’m kind of like Alice.  This short book is easy to read and won’t disgust a reader of it with superior intelligence usually expressed by teachers who don’t write or read beyond class schedule.  Our Alice in Wonderland series may never reach us through education; for me, I was never tutored with this classic book at all.  That’s because we only attend so many classes in education for a limited time until we’re off in our own universe for learning and understanding.  Disney’s movies have really put the original book to shame since it’s naturally more entertaining and spiritual for us to witness their fictional accounts for Alice from TVs.  Remember Disneyland?  People are better off with Disney’s movies than the original book due to all the commotion for our “tiny world” in which races can come together or drift apart by sudden impact through our everyday social activities.  Particulars to note on this book are- poker cards, royalty figures, wild animals, British events, and European flare.  So basically the book has aged compared to the movies because… well, it’s ink on paper.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Review-of-Alice-in-Wonderland-Original-Book-795303893

Videogame Review, Space Harrier 2 for the Sega Genesis (Played on Nintendo Wii w/ New Wii Plus Remote)

Videogame Review, Space Harrier 2 for the Sega Genesis (Played on Nintendo Wii w/ New Wii Plus Remote)

The game is broken.  Yep, I said it.  Of course the Nintendo Wii does have a big library of games and Space Harrier 2 fills the awkward emulation category.  Actually this is a Genesis game that should’ve been included with different Sega Genesis emulation consoles because the audio and graphics speak in a lot of the same quality.  My Nintendo Wii Plus remote has its fire buttons.  That is, my Wii controller has buttons for firing although they really feel less comfortable to deal with than fire buttons of a brand new Intellivision 2 controller.  Honest!  I’m not joking!  I’ve been able to play Astrosmash for longer without getting my firing finger busted up.  Maybe I’m drifting off into space… oh, wait.  I am!  Space Harrier 2 lets you choose the world needed in contact for shooting mayhem; this is curious to me, since I’ve dealt with games that are so buggy and unplayable we need more time just to fix our attention span back up.  There’s no animation in the game very much- from moments on end, you’ll run into towers, bushes, and aliens which just pop up out of nowhere with no given, subtle movement in progress.  I really paid attention; that’s something rare for a schizophrenic individual like me.  My mind does get in sharp contact with video games and I naturally refer to video games with complete, total focus.  TV?  Cable?  Well, I ignore a lot of what’s on TV.  People get glued to the tube and can’t find their remotes at times.  So at least this awkward galaxy shooter does make me lure myself into the picture from the ongoing arrivals of Martians and other creatures- you know, tigers with wings and flapping dragons and such things.  Obviously this game isn’t real.  If you’ve read the first sentence in this review you already get the idea.  My suggestion is that there’s games which are broken due to electricity problems and that there’s games which are broken due to program issues.  Space Harrier 2 fills the second kind even if electricity is related.  Creatures just pop out of nowhere; so, I must fly all over the damn screen and shoot like an uninterested maniac to get anywhere from point A to point B even, let alone point A to point D.  Points in my high scores are naturally high but that doesn’t matter.  My thumb is pretty sore; my wrist is fine.  Space Invaders for the Atari 5200 is a smooth, rich shooter while Space Harrier 2 is more like a joke Sega is making.  This Sega Genesis game isn’t better than the Atari 5200 game; instead, it just expands its horizons with tons of glitches and errors I find deplorable.  There’s a difference between having “better graphics” and having “more graphics”.  Space Harrier 2 has more graphics; however, the graphics aren’t better.

Poem- “Gold”

“Gold”

A man is digging up gold from the shower.

Little drops of sunshine hit the face.

More shadows fall between the shades over a hill.

Fire vanishes into the space along his walls.

The shield covers a missing touch in disappearing ink.

Something has to go into the void.

He stretches the meal out until rain comes alive.

Working in the forgotten land gives him a frozen burn.

Yellow matches the post where thoughts glow in light.

Brightness fills the air under vibrations given of change within sight.

It’s the false water under view.

Dreams are entering the four chambers across from his defense.

Rays float into their suspension, their colorful obstacles.

Vision is filled with the lingering stuff.

Chunks arrive where his source exchanges the reflection.
Usually it’s red thunder, often it’s a chain of transportations.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Gold-795182024

Poem- “Diary”

“Diary”

An idea suggests that women can extend so many hours further.

It’s like a globe we’re seeing flying objects from, stars to stars.

Wind takes itself upon her schedule as pigs look on.

She understands the meaning of faultless acquirements.

Earth views her from the polluted light- that is, we give color, etc.

More than anything we’re at her glee into other related hands.

Hours go on and on.

Few more seconds, a missing touch.

The air covers a lady’s outside glance for the inside that counts.

Just a touch here and there keeps her at bay for reflections to note.

Another face passes her disappearance on temporary notions, ice.

Careers matter little towards whatever fine tune to speak of.

Links are broken up into chains under her gaze for disruptions.

Visual styles arrive momentarily, that is, within the means of inquiry.

Girls fall at her feet because the secondary paints vanish.

Eyes are seen in her own eyes, including hers.

Men answer the reasons too soon.

Objects to women become the tainted structures of discipline.

So many poems can answer the riddle.

People come upon these women like they do for pink elephants.

Nothing is that real in her; in fact, she’s more than a collection of parts.

Magnetism brings together her disputed figure.

Usually it’s a soft note, a soft touch.

Favorites are under way during the commotion for exhaustion and speech.

With her nose following less thoughts than feelings, something gives.

Her ultimate expression is the drama behind another curtain.

In the grave look on her face we find discoveries of voids, more un-findings.

Emotions tangle with ideas along vague beliefs for show.

As it stands, that’s a woman to me and a whole lot more.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Diary-795172538

Videogame Review, Snafu for the Intellivision 2 (w/ Brand New Intellivision 2 Controller)

Videogame Review, Snafu for the Intellivision 2 (w/ Brand New Intellivision 2 Controller)

You don’t always need a new system to know what it’s like brand new.  A brand new controller can be plugged into a used console with very much the same effect and those buttons won’t be sure to fail you during gameplay.  Snafu is a chaotic game; that’s obvious because the name “Snafu” is really a noun that’s used to describe chaos and I’ve used this game for myself personally to indicate why we should have some messes here and there for vigorous gameplay.  The game begins with drawing a line- in fact, through the option menu you can define the program’s gameplay on how a line can be drawn (4-way, 8-way) and both masters and novices will find plenty to chew with Snafu.  Challenge becomes apparent when lines are being drawn and can’t necessarily disrupt the other lines in progress.  Controls with the black disc are questionable; I’ll have to keep a close eye on the TV screen while issuing commands from my disc because my disc is connected in mixed ways with the TV screen.  With there existing 4-way or 8-way movements and having a 16-way disc, a mess is going to occur on the front and we’ll have to figure out where the line “fits” on the black disc.  New controllers do have the upper hand in gloss but fail to overpower the used controllers in grainy texture for the disc, pushed-in locations for the fire buttons, and ever-more subtle transactions made with the black, white, and red keypad.  I’m speaking of brand new Intellivision 2 controllers although there’s plenty to visualize with the gameplay: lines being drawn, configured, and erased on impact.  Sounds and music get especially dramatic when 4 lines are being drawn and someone must face away from Earth in defeat.  Difficulty ramps up a good deal and you won’t exactly be pinpointing over the same movements from a controlled line.  Fire buttons do something on my buggy Intellivision 2 but I haven’t yet figured out what.  Honestly, gameplay with Snafu is like an efficient program since the lines can’t precisely be slowed down or acted on some different cause.  “Practice makes perfect” as the saying goes.  Better innovation could’ve been made for the firing buttons by the Intellivision team even if I appreciate their honesty and friendly intention.  It’s possible for gamers to argue a bit with each other naturally on who gets what color, when and why.  Beauty & the Beast for the Intellivision truly has exclusive dynamics in both gameplay and visual style although Snafu does capture the point-to-point Battleship approach through imaginary effects.  I’ve confirmed that the next, modern version of the Intellivision will be called the “Amico”.  Snafu is great for kids who love to draw lines and parents ought to approve of the simplicity in the program’s involving endeavors. 

Poem- "Personal"

“Personal”

I sealed an envelope with thorns.

A higher vine revealed the coming light.

From here, the glory whispered into my ears with a bang.

Upon the shadows did Earth yield at the resistance.

Spirits were ever getting higher, higher, and higher.

Light arrived in folds within the means revealed of voids.

Dreaming failed, a goal didn’t hit the mark or wash the street away.

Many songs burned on the peace in recognition for low shades.

Beyond the moon, we found stars dancing under points.

This letter would be reaching the fiery ship.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Personal-795055774