Poem- “Crossing Dimensions”

“Crossing Dimensions”

A black sheep flapped her wings into this rain.

Light came apart where darkness split in new heavens of reproach.

Dreams took course, where ghosts flew along the bend.

Globes fell into wind across the shining curve of mass.

Everything was from nothing- the fallen limbs swam in waving lights.

Fire got burnt with light as mass pulled in timeless soars.

Weight and weight, shadow and shadow, the dark lamb beamed in clouds.

Skin lost itself, darkness lost itself.

Brilliance covered the mass until its weight became a missing link.

Outside glances turned under each pound of heat and glow.

Heavens sank where globes reached light in worldly turns of luxuriance.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Crossing-Dimensions-811723500

Videogame Review, Ms. Pac-Man for the Gameboy (w/ Gameboy Pocket)

Videogame Review, Ms. Pac-Man for the Gameboy (w/ Gameboy Pocket)

I disagree with this game.  Ms. Pac-Man is generally hard concerning labyrinths across the map into arcade performance along the dots- at times, I can’t tell if I’m looking at dots in the maze or dust on the screen.  Wondering just the kind of fruit I’m getting doesn’t help matters.  The Gameboy Pocket is doing the best it can and yet I’m thinking the original Gameboy kicks in the goal better.  How could staring at the screen make me want to run?  Maybe if I was still in my years of youth the graphics would appear sharper even if arcade performance means business between me and Nintendo: customer and owner.  Looking at the fruit icons with understanding depends on lighter contrast given to the lower intermediate of dot matrix technology.  Holding the Gameboy Pocket is very much like gripping a Pokemon card with its window of picture and letter icons below- actually, I can tilt the Gameboy Pocket towards my lamp with some ease although for gripping I need a bit of bias in my grasping of controls.  Currently a lot of the public’s statements about “no bias” are biased in of themselves because citizens are only considering the prejudice aspect- bias can also mean topic, engine, system, uniqueness, etc.  So, holding the Gameboy Pocket is definitely a unique experience and there might also be prejudice because I somewhat already have to be aware of the original Ms. Pac-Man from the arcade to play this Gameboy masterpiece- problem is, it’s a masterpiece on the original Gameboy and not so much on the Gameboy Pocket.  Think of the Gameboy Pocket like a tablet with buttons.  Sooner or later, your female hero will have to face the odds against incoming ghosts who linger in dangerous corners around the point-accumulating mazes.  1/2 mode just makes things worse!  On that 1/2 mode I can’t really tell what the characters are doing or where they’re coming from unless my preconceptions of the Ms. Pac-Man formula are very high.  At least the direction pad works but I need more than that.  Not to mention, the Gameboy Pocket when used is going to have dust here and there naturally since video games have to be laid down or picked up in rooms or spaces with dust, dirt, and debris.  Purchasing this portable used was a piece of cake; in fact, the Gameboy Pocket came to my radar when a local market held the used device under scrutiny and machine-to-machine organization.  Games for the Gameboy library have to be distinguished by trademarks and special names or else the whole library would seem commonplace at the surface.

“One Evening”

“One Evening”

My eyes were closed for a long time.

My strength rests in the weight on these circumstances.

Light is a great source.

You need food, shelter, and comfort.

We need to be in touch- we’re not breaking apart from light.

This body is filled with strength that’s been opened just now.

Shadows are fought.

Obsession waves in tilts and rolls and there’s no turning back.

A mouth leaks the ever-lasting drip of hunger.

Come into the light: I’ll make you warm, temper is necessary.

Expansion gets the handle during such love under lips with connection.

Life is poured into a cup for enough stomach.

Once you die, where does the mind go?

Do you think dragons have spirits?

Satan is a fallen angel and is described as a “dragon”.

He sleeps on wealth that’s never used and guards it from sick people.

Breathe into me!

I need this flame in my soul.

Darkness creeps around the corner away from our tide in motion.

On one condition- you must fall into me like thunder and lightning.

Clouds will find us in sunshine.

Bring me to your breath and I’ll take out the wind.

Are you ready for thunder?

I want to see it come off your chest.

Death comes later.

I need you in my soul until the full brightness awakens within reach of our hearts.

I’ll seal your lips together on a secret code to our passing time away.

The lamp needs your fire.

Why does this heart beat for you on such darkness in my eyes?

Trolling can’t help that.

When a heart glows so bright, eyes turn away- the brightness kills.

My heart was the cause for you.

It bleeds in your flesh and burns a moth inside.

Some worms crawl into the stomach and give that breath for kisses.

My kisses come into your mouth and you chew the stems off.

The stomach has become yours for sucking in out of breath.

You can get fat with too many kisses.

I want you big, huge, giant with kisses.

My kiss makes the world bigger- you’re bigger and I’m bigger.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/One-Evening-811512285

Drawing- "This Smells Bad"

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/This-Smells-Bad-811345556



I've colored the shapes with crayons and outlined the shapes with charcoal.

Poem- “Hot and Cold”

“Hot and Cold”

False ideas do come to my head.

However, I don’t always know if they’re art or craft.

My head brings in lies.

And, I don’t always know if they’re fantasies or deceptive realities.

The whole mind doesn’t just come to awareness.

Now it’s possible for true ideas to be just as fictional.

Ideas don’t always flow where I have enough consciousness to refuse them.

Prejudice itself is a factor- waking out of bed, turning on a pillow.

Bedding can cause mind problems.

There’s also angles in light: where to move, how to move, what to move.

Guys become born with ideas and judge my ideas.

So, what’s a false idea?

What’s a true idea?

Are false ideas and true ideas basically evolutionary influences in conflict?

People don’t just see in their minds- if it were that easy, nothing would be hidden.

Giving readers a book involves one’s educated guess by writing.

Of course, it’s not like any guess can be educated or knowledgeable.

Right now you’re probably looking at this poem with selfish attitude.

It’s all obvious to you- you’ve read this, and you’re thinking.

But what if I told you your mind has limits?

You can only taste something so far, you can only experience things so well.

A human doesn’t know, remember, and think everything.

The mean and arrogant can’t accept limits because they’re naturally intimidating.

Here’s a test: if you think you have no limits, try eating a million pizzas in two minutes.

I dare you- eat a million pizzas in two minutes.

You have no limits, right?

Wrong!

My exaggeration is a lie here but it gives us a good philosophy to work with.

As such, in order to be truthful, we must call ourselves liars in something.

We have to be willing to admit that we have true ideas and false ideas.

Remember- the human brain contains everything it contains, not just truth.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Hot-and-Cold-811313144

Poem- “Lines of Work”

“Lines of Work”

Racists get fooled by colors.

A color in someone’s mind reveals light which arrives in food for thought.

It seems like people just get attracted to colors.

But, a color may be there when light isn’t a factor.

Sometimes it’s just light.

Reflections of light don’t always mean either right or wrong- it’s light.

Light at times is neutral source.

People like colors because they “see”.

Of course, sight may or may not keep up on a reaction.

Today we have art that’s colorful from so many angles of imagination.

We have colors for materials, food, ideas, works, buildings, clothes, etc.

Guys can’t totally ignore color- in fact, such line of thought can become racist.

You’ll run into citizens who seem to only get involved with specifics.

Or, they may be wild or crazy.

So we must balance how much color we see in life.

Light should go around and come around- it’s not just specifics in color.

Just look at voice actors in work!

Are they really being in the light or are these colors basically a confusing mess?

Does a voice actor’s voice matter or are we just being dazzled by colors?

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Lines-of-Work-810920659

Videogame Review, Tetris for the Nintendo Gameboy (w/ Used Gameboy Pocket)

Videogame Review, Tetris for the Nintendo Gameboy (w/ Used Gameboy Pocket)

Playing with a new Gameboy doesn’t have all the best works.  In fact, you can do just as well with a nice, good quality, used Gameboy Pocket like this one.  As long as you keep the contrast on a moderate or intermediate level you should be fine in shuffling blocks into each barricade in modes B and A.  The hardest course I’ve come across- mode B, level 9, highest level.  A course like this one is more theoretical and maybe I’ve beaten it ONCE in my life.  Russian-style blocks are covering each barricade where focus must be played out in hard-to-earn points concerning Singles, Doubles, Triples, and Tetrises.  Although Tetris is about Tetris it isn’t all about Tetris.  In fact, you’ll have to corner blocks into appropriate slots on multitudinous grounds.  Giving in on level 9 is very sweet, short, and dramatic.  Except for the hardest course in the game you’ll find the barricades to have considerable lengths in Russian-style programming for vivid displays of block-exchanging madness and the 90’s roared with Tetris fandom.  The Gameboy Pocket is an improved portable over the original Gameboy portable with perhaps exception to smaller buttons, tighter grip, and a different screen gamers haven’t grown up with as much unless they’ve taken to more modern Gameboys in replacement of the original Gameboy portable.  Washing hands before playing video games is important!  You don’t need a sticky button to start hitting a function where you don’t want it at.  Volume in Tetris compares to soft titles geared for dot matrix portables of the time in reference to gambling and sports and especially gambling.  To play Tetris, you have to gamble- you don’t actually put in money for playing Tetris and no money can be received unless the game is sold on eBay or another video game market.  Do you want greater difficulty for possible anxiety or lesser difficulty for possibly spoiled behavior?  Children have to catch up to current growth.  Games in Tetris on the Nintendo Gameboy don’t typically run with random blocks falling in each barricade- by that, I mean the speed of the blocks will remain in progress while the blocks themselves will vary in sensible shapes on Russia-minded basis.  Chaos can really make sense because we’ve seen random elements in life and strive to achieve rough perfections along the lines.  And, the lines may or may not combine in likely, discernible shapes considering an onslaught of information.  The dot matrix technology on my Gameboy Pocket is sharper; I can guarantee this claim, since I’ve been working with Gameboy portables all my life and understand simple, hard-to-resist graphics.  Modern games at times fail in regards to immediate appeal due to their high definition for progressing levels of information and the best information doesn’t always come up first on your TV screen.  Tetris is full-blown into the picture with great dynamics, abstract creativity, and dramatic entertainment that can be observed in 5 minutes.

Poem- “Eating Something”

“Eating Something”

I don’t know this feeling.

Food is picked up and brought to my mouth.

My tongue changes, my spit changes, my mouth changes.

A word or two comes to my lips.

How can taste exist?

Brains must be connected to this body.

The food is brains, the body is brains, my mind is brains.

People talk about flavors they don’t sense.

Sense can get expressed from motion, language, and events.

Getting a taste means unknown business unless the body is consistent.

When I eat a cheeseburger, I get the same taste again and again.

Consistent functions inside of me and outside of me help with awareness.

If the same cheeseburger kept on tasting different, I’d have no taste at all.

Food can be prepared, presented, and served.

Of course, how do I know if there’s taste unless consistent functions exist?

But people can get illogical.

Someone often says things which don’t seem to come from the same person.

What’s personality?

Consciousness and unconsciousness can make or break personality.

Maybe we’ll say, “he’s not human”, when we’re not very logical.

An individual’s mind can consist of more minds.

This is chaos, the corruption of taste, the reaction from and for injustice.

I’m eating and drinking because I have to.

Behaviors can only be described or misrepresented with mystery.

So, to observe better flavors, we must have consistent functions in mystery.

And ideas may be consistent for one person and not for another.

Personality can be unmade from personality.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Eating-Something-810711007

Poem- “A Little Butterfly”

“A Little Butterfly”

Once upon a time some devil crossed his globe.

He put a seed in each pocket of dirt, every hole was dug.

The world became filled with seeds.

A devil like him filled the globe and poured seeds over equators.

Earth transformed into a heavy, blue marble.

Seeds piled up.

More and more seeds were driven over the sockets of heaven and hell.

Dreams got burned along its length, rotations, and weight.

Blue oceans swam in kernels of truth.

However light touched all seeds depended on victims of circumstance.

Whole rotations soared near a growing moon.

It grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger until Earth collided.

Fish drove into the center within means of pressure.

Later on these seeds covered the globe in mass quantities as space vanished.

Grounds were counted less than the seeds.

Variety held the growth where light diminished in darkness.

Over and over, this devil in butterfly wings dressed the globe in seeds.

Colors popped above solid grounds during an onslaught.

Earth grew heavier, and heavier, and heavier.

People appeared out of nowhere.

Soon the planet rotated on too many seeds- it ground, it halted.

The globe fell into its own air.

Ditches revealed the opening light of greatness in soil.

It grew, and grew, and grew, and the planet grew until it popped into orbit.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/A-Little-Butterfly-810681702

Poem- “My Written Paradox”

“My Written Paradox”

If books were more vital than authors, no literature would exist.

A page was made from life.

Ongoing sections had proven the volume into matter with truth concerned.

Life became the partial source for reading and writing.

Eternity got fixed and shaken along the lines, above the lines.

Pedantic scholars believed that writing wasn’t language.

They didn’t speak the word- they wanted the word and ignored authors.

Societies fell by misuse of understanding.

Cultures grew from bias, disposition, and turmoil.

Nobody just knew where to begin.

And, writers received merits of honor depending on victims of circumstance.

Books transformed new life out of status for light productions.

Dusting off the cover revealed light under the surface of forgotten trances.

Variety in words shook the mass until generations passed into modern life.

Forces varied, barriers redeemed, and dreams coated life.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/My-Written-Paradox-810494412?ga_submit_new=10%3A1566402475

Poem- “Coming This Way”

“Coming This Way”

“Bow to your king!”

Uh… we’re the United States of America.

We don’t have kings.

“Bow down in the glory of God!”

Uh… we’re the United States of America.

We have freedom of religion and kings have become poetic labels.

“Bow down for the king of games!”

Uh… we’re the United States of America.

We have a democracy and kings have been dead for centuries.

“Welcome to Burger King!”

Uh… we’re the United States of America.

We don’t bow to cashiers, kiss their feet, and give ancient wisdom.

“I’m King Richard!”

Uh… we’re the United States of America.

We watch movies for entertainment and don’t take that loud mouth seriously.

“Thank you for watching the ‘Larry King’ show!”

Uh… we’re the United States of America.

We listen to radio because we’re bored and aren’t thinking straight.

“B.B. King is a working legend!”

Uh… we’re the United States of America.

We call ourselves kings out of fashion and aren’t really bowing down.

“We’ll be back to ‘King of the Hill’ after these messages!”

Uh… we’re the United States of America.

We’re drinking and don’t drive under the influence for law.

“Mario must rescue the Mushroom Kingdom from the clutches of King Koopa!”

Uh… we’re the United States of America.

We’re not being shrunk into turtle food and going down the tubes.

How is America going to live once the kings are gone?

If people are just going to call themselves kings we might as well save it.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Coming-This-Way-810460751