Poem- “Gravestone”

“Gravestone”

Hello.

I am Dead.

You must be Alive.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Gravestone-821722207?ga_submit_new=10%3A1574937974

Poem- “Time in a Pizza”

“Time in a Pizza”

It gets tricky with cooking on how cooking pizza works.

Time isn’t so fixed on my end.

Adding toppings makes the practice work beyond each moment up to speed.

Using sauce helps, sprinkling cheese makes a day.

My timers need to be cleaned before I deal out a personal slice.

Works happen according to flavors realized.

Maybe I’ll get a bottle or at least keep some cup in hand.

Cubes of ice must fit in a glass or else the soda will be drank under the frozen item.

Sometimes, when hungry, I’ll put in some garlic bread or even salad.

Yes, I know you’re laughing at this serious discussion.

Getting a feel for pizza requires practice and concentration in a lazy day.

Or, if on the rush, you’ll have to eat pizza while saving the princess at her castle.

“My hero!”

“Do you like anchovies on your pizza?”

“Help, help, I’ve been kidnapped!”

It’s okay to make a princess a little fat on a joyful moment like that one.

Extra pepperoni please.

Besides, I’ll just make pizza at home and deliver it to Domino’s.

Then I’ll order their pizza and have them deliver it back.

I’ve offered to make cheeseburgers for a restaurant; they didn’t understand me.

Usually I’ll find myself with a slice of pizza that’s too hot in a dining establishment.

Moments can have a lasting impression- and, my mouth still hurts a bit.

Blowing off the pizza hard enough will get rid of the extra cheese.

Crusts should be taken apart for the other ends.

Finding the right toppings involves practice in selfish nourishment.

“Oh, I’ve found a topping I can put in my mouth!”

Don’t forget to find the shakers- you know, parmesan cheese and crushed red pepper.

And there’s that horrible TMNT arcade machine from the past in some locations.

Honestly, I’d rather eat pizza than watch a turtle-man perform silly ninja.

I can’t do those moves!

I’d be arrested.

Who lives in the sewer for the best pizza?

“Yes, I like eating near garbage every day of the week!”

Can’t Shredder grate the cheese? 

Perhaps Mario has jumped on the ninja turtles for far too long.

Even he eats pizza!

So, time in pizza, time in lasagna, time in spaghetti, for that jumping fat guy.

Man!

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Time-in-a-Pizza-821596276

“Real Quick, Real Fast”

“Real Quick, Real Fast”

You run into this kind of guy.

He or she uses a lot of bad words in one minute.

Slurs, yelps, and cussing get heard.

A troublemaker like this goes on and on real quick, real fast.

The “speech” is filled with matters of low taste.

We can’t resume in peace as long as shouts become given or taken in haste.

It’s not passion; it’s just gross.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Real-Quick-Real-Fast-821481664

Videogame Review, Arrow Flash for the “At Games” Sega Genesis (“80 Built-In Games”)

Videogame Review, Arrow Flash for the “At Games” Sega Genesis (“80 Built-In Games”)

It’s a complex program with superaddition.  Our wits for playing this Genesis classic should be fairly divided by empirical sources under means of gameplay.  Distant relations are observed, from playing the game and witnessing darkling spaces geared into view, as challenge becomes understood by official movement or taken apart with diminishing returns.  Arrow Flash is made of phantasmagoria, delineations real or imagined according to practice in victory and loss nearing the mass of stars dizzying without pre-made habitation in one gamer’s talent.  Blue ruin is assumed from the picturing, rolling conflict.  Visuals flow in spots given for the game until a location comes alive concerning fights in space.  Ammunition gets broken off.  Determination is key for understanding the conflict going on between shape-shifting hero and shape-shifting enemy.  Sure, you’re really just clicking buttons and staring at a flashing box (or TV), but, with trial and error, endless possibilities remain an illusion during a heated battle for the front as sinking ships dispel light and darkness from the sudden forms of chaos.  Endless cycles seem to go on forever; that is, to the point of destruction for your ship and goals shifting and changing within reach of destination- in fact, each course revolves on a pattern, erratic as it is; so, from heading for the finish, there’s dramatic means to such gameplay under the stars which zip by in a jiffy, or, like a “flash”.  I haven’t gotten bad controls with this game.  Maybe the emulator system from “At Games” gives a renewed interpretation of Arrow Flash.  Nonetheless, prosperity in a moment of gaming can leave me slightly unprepared for the mass of discipline heading my way, and, from pushing buttons, transforming my ship from UFO to robot and robot to UFO, a galaxy far away is ringing into the 16-bit vision of future possibilities.  Martians should be believed in as well as eternal figures on humanity’s part of ideology because, thoroughly, we could speak up for what’s missing before leaving it to be forgotten.  Destiny shifts: time, space, and existence.  Increasing your lives to the max, or in other words, having maximum freedom in your ship’s movement and quality of fighting, may or may not weaken the formula of this shooter although I’m estimating great calculations from the vivid, ongoing challenges ahead.  Finding the right key or button is vital; it’s like finding the right tool, or the right plan, or the right choice for discipline and authority according to light in the works of darkness, or, darkness in the works of light, as provided for by virtue of technological awareness which can also be given to chapters in a book or songs from an album.  Arrow Flash definitely covers layers of art and it shows. 

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Review-of-Arrow-Flash-At-Games-Sega-Genesis-821343857

Poem- “Tattletale’s End”

“Tattletale’s End”

“I’ve been attacked!”

Yeah, so?

People respond to good and evil.

They’ll even respond to neutral things.

Give me better evidence, please.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Tattletale-s-End-821258746

Poem- “The Flavorful Unicorn”

“The Flavorful Unicorn”

It’s a long beast who heads for greatness.

Hair comes softly undone near the multiple threads of mane.

Many legs, with glitter sanding between each limb.

Obstacles get behind from focus.

A lovely face burns with passion and frosting.

Visual effects lead to slumber.

Rain has been falling in crystal drops of heaven.

Wings appear to grow before the fur stiffens with diamonds.

Reflections of graffiti come apart.

Neon eyes lean on tears I’m thirsty for.

Kingdoms rise in layers, knights roam for donuts, angels float on curdling eggs.

Eating makes so much in a day.

The flavorful unicorn pats her rotund belly.

Golden slippers leave painted hoofs in fanciful vanity.

Sunshine melts under a tapestry of rainbows.

We’re dining for an entire cake by dinner and guessing on light.

How wonderful!

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/The-Flavorful-Unicorn-821035494

Poem- “Outside Corner”

“Outside Corner”

Some people don’t exactly quote from a book.

Instead, they’ll quote “around” a book.

Honesty isn’t their first policy.

Each reader looks for a way out of literary embarrassment.

For examples:

People won’t actually read about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

The Bible isn’t quoted on superstitions those ancients had against witches.

Shakespeare is only read for the “sweet meats”.

Knights of the Round Table are misrepresented by literary irrelevancy.

Mark Twain is labeled racist when he was also other things.

Readers to poetry may wish it wasn’t so dramatic.

“Frankenstein” (as a movie) is libel against the original writer.

We’re not actually told who Don Quixote is, and, probably think Dracula is cute.

A quote from specifics in a book doesn’t represent the whole.

Political activists want authority for books they’ve never read-

As instances, Karl Marx and Albert Einstein are seldom ever observed for bias.

Visitors on the internet “do their research”- by that, I mean they’re being low class.

Obstacles in the way are dismissed from the pretending.

Fashion is tagged over serious matters.

So on, and so forth.

Guys need to quote from a book if they really believe in it.

Otherwise, it’s evidence from another table.

Ideas become articles of fancy where thought doesn’t go deep.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Outside-Corner-820784517

Videogame Review, Flicky for the “At Games” Sega Genesis (“80 Built-In Games”)

Videogame Review, Flicky for the “At Games” Sega Genesis (“80 Built-In Games”)

Flicky is a huge blow to my Sega Genesis emulator.  By that, I mean it in a good way because the family classic keeps knocking on my door for entertainment and delight.  It’s a cartoon exaggeration.  You’re collecting the babies of a mother who flies at your command when approaching tigers pouncing against her as a little blue bird.  Gamers may accidentally choose programs which cause anxiety and needless distress and it feels good to play a really exciting arcade title for a change.  Bonuses are lined up in time slots according to capture and release, giving off a kind of ring you might find at a casino in California or Nevada.  Music captures the ears as does the heart.  My wireless controller functions perfectly for this game; however, I can’t raise it too high or too low, especially low, without losing connection between said device and the emulating console’s receiver.  Gathering up stacks of points becomes a hassle and a blast!  For some reason, you’ll see tigers sometimes helping the little birds into their net during bonus rounds with extraordinary circumstances of pause and effect.  Dreaming of something like Flicky is possible depending on your mind’s inner workings and disorders: the head, the shoulders, the arms rested and put into action near the TV.  My TV on the desk is small for a purpose- it’s for me to see (as best I can) how video games work for smaller viewpoints as opposed to really large TV screens; in fact, at times large, LARGE TVs give me the hiccups or I’m too desperate in attempt for search of the visual.  It’s been for the last 40+ years that Japanese video game companies have been issuing visuals and graphics with different types of surfacing and even resurfacing of looks given on TV, like, if we estimate it as much, an overall exhibition of changing, flowing status as realized from observing the characters and their faces in these video game programs.  Cartoons are made for exaggeration but there’s also effort in questioning the imaginary faces one sees in mind or at least acknowledges for nature.  Sega doesn’t have to worry too much about the “At Games” emulator since it’s been working long hours for me in performing, with specifics and interest, the flow and overall change of gameplay experienced under power and grace when moments count for such elements of harmony and challenge.  Playing with the mother bird is thrilling!  I’ve had my share of laughs and joy with dealing of such challenge in levels related for tigers, gators or lizards, and me- the “mother” bird.  Controls shouldn’t be a problem, the graphics are vivid and surreal, and, from looking at my TV and playing, the game fares well.

Poem- “Sorcery and Gold”

“Sorcery and Gold”

There were natural forms of sorcery in the ancient past.

For example, a leader from back then would gather lots of gold for sacrifices.

Gold was more common during these moments in history.

It’s a metal which comes from an exploding star.

People have been heavily influenced by gold and Sacramento is evidence today.

Remember the Gold Rush?

Even today, so many people in Sacramento almost seem “possessed”.

Magic is a very metaphorical concept.

But in the ancient past, some old ancient relics were made of gold.

The sorcery didn’t come from Hollywood.

Humanity over the centuries has gotten involved with a precious metal.

And, indeed, the greedy person might trick someone.

Indiana Jones traveled near “the lost ark”: made of gold, shine, and holy work.

You’ll find mythology about the golden ark in the Book of Exodus.

Sorcery is fictional by magical powers and artistic by trade.

We live everyday for some kind of “magic”- social, deceptive, and wondrous.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Sorcery-and-Gold-820553463?ga_submit_new=10%3A1573971296

Poem- “A Stiff Neck”

“A Stiff Neck”

A heart is ripped by the feather.

My growing weight burns in weather.

Dreams split up along the edge into a breeze.

Then, my heart really itches before I sneeze.

Something gets tired and exhausted in me for light.

Lower shades between moments keep heavens over sight.

Vision fills me.

I get dizzy.

Returning from land holds it true,

For what, on air, ghosts leave sky blue,

As clouds remove distances through.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/A-Stiff-Neck-820448178

Fiction of Reality- “The Dream at Evening”

“The Dream at Evening”

I’ve had another dream.  This time, I was near a railroad track down the lane of a hot desert close to a schoolhouse right near the border.  A school like this was painted green, made of splintered wood, and got covered with enough planks to keep the construction of learning steady.  Wrapped boxes of video games were laid near the railroad gateway.  One by one, I picked some up for a closer look- “XPO Penny”, “2F Dream Fort”, “Rocking Asteroid”, and others like “Space Ino” I picked up for a better glance at elegant, colorful box designs to mentioned video games along with more programs in cardboard packaging.  In an entire area close to the railroad track (off about 2 feet) video games were lying on the hot, desert sand and quite a few of them looked dusty.  Nobody charged me for the video games!  All of the games, each, every one, were free.  But I struggled to get outside to examine the video games because our school principal was seated in a chair close to the exit door.  The exit door was located in a long, elongated hallway where another student next to him just stared at me like a goofy bully.  Our principal, named Fren, guarded the exit door with a powerful voice in seated position and kept using his right leg to trip me or even hold on to one of my legs.  Maybe he held on to my left leg but I’m not sure; I wasn’t even sure when dreaming.  I told him to bug off!  But, he continued using his tripping leg until I yanked my jeans from his pants and lifted my leg away from his evil limb.  For some reason, the dream brought me outside first before leaving me in the hallway with the evil principal- no transition of reality actually happened or got visualized in my sleeping-insight.  The railroad track was rusty, dark brown, and lonely trains came off and on for the railway in just two seconds, a contradiction of reality.  Imagery was rather blurred and mixed in disorganized clips.  Everything seemed like a movie made of broken film.  Film itself, when I saw mixed scenes that didn’t go together in realistic pattern, seemed “broken” from containing random, off-the-wall clips which would only make sense if someone took rolls of film, cut them into pieces, and then tried to glue them together without true recognition for title and intention.  Evening was setting in my bedroom during the dream and sunlight partially filled my eyes.  That “evil” principal wore round glasses, puckered thin lips to his face, and acknowledged my ignorance of his doubts; “You can’t go there.”  I ignored his hate behind the advice and thus ignored the advice.  My attempt was to go outside and see more balloons flying in the sky.  Where did the balloons come from?  IDK.  (I don’t know.)  A bully just sat near the school principal and mocked me with laughter.  And, I was picking up fictional video games before suddenly being “beamed” into the hallway.  I was beamed without a beamer.  None of the video games were being opened; I just picked each one up out of random choice, examined the absurd design on the box, and placed it back down over the hot desert sand.  My dream occurred during sleep today and I’m still not sure when the illusion or hallucination started forming in my consciousness (or is it subconsciousness or unconsciousness?), and so, I’m about as clueless about this dream as anyone might be from seeing it.  Nothing made sense: it was really a wide, disordered-looking environment with an orange-and-pink sky, an orange desert, a green schoolhouse, and, a pile of video games lying near the railroad track.  It was most certainly schizophrenia and probably other mental issues.  

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/The-Dream-at-Evening-820343049

Parody- “The Dream at Noon”

“The Dream at Noon”

I’ve had a strange dream.  The vision began in an ordinary home which revealed a huge theater movie screen with a silver label and an unrealistic, fictional video game system was running a version of Donkey Kong Jr. created in 1976- I played the video game a little, then went to play an included movie that showcased a fat, pink lady with an umbrella walking indoors to a dramatic house club.  Everything looked beautiful!  Then, after having viewed the included movie enough, I took my black joystick controller over to a porch near my “house” and let my device transform into a handy, giant camera filmed with Kodachrome.  My camera was a joystick but it flashed brightly against the glowing faces close to a wedding party taking place under the sunshine where a big, pink wedding cake reminded my mom and middle cousin to bring awareness at a table filled with dinner of pasta, exquisite red sauce, and God’s light reaching into the heavens.  Our time wasn’t then set in 1976; to be honest, the wedding ceremony was happening in 2001 and my mom gleamed with surprise as my joystick transformed from a curious black item to a colossal alien of a camera, my hands grasping around the edges to said device at my wildly surprised facial expression.  Some guests were quartered on a wooden deck towards my porch and the backyard glowed with a kind of eternal life.  Keep in mind that I was sleeping while this dream got in my head: it was around noon in the day when I was sleeping, but I couldn’t have known when my brain started activating the fantasy before my brow, and, now I’m wondering if my whole head should be considered one brow above darkness.  A pillow and some covers kept my head in gear during sleep.  At times I’ll call a moment in time “morning” when I just mean to say that I’ve woken up.  Buttons were laid all over my video game system in the dream- it was made by Duro (which doesn’t exist in real life) and came packaged with features similar to those of Star Trek devices, yet the dream flowed in me like a hairy cloud deepening into the confused mists of time.  Call this “video game fantasy” if you will.  The fat lady stepped up to a dormant area near the closet in pink slippers and returned her gaze to an approaching monkey named Donkey Kong Jr.  My field of vision was most certainly confused!  At least the movie theater screen was big enough for a dramatic vision to cover the film’s semi-red animation transferring into the fat lady scene.  She had round, googly eyes, kind of like an investigator’s visiting team member on Inspector Gadget’s revision of chances.  The whole background faded to pink in the sweet, alluring movie clip and my video game machine ran it as an option to Donkey Kong Jr.’s failed leap into the wild under black skies.  And, the wedding guests were lovely ladies and domestic gentlemen huddled up together as a bunch in nothing except silence and light voices, including my excited, wild voice at the camera for a soothing experience.  This was obviously schizophrenia- Nintendo never made such a machine in 1976.  But the dream, or video game fantasy, tells me now that my mind is stuffed in nooks and crannies to ideal data along the edge of a great invention for revelation.  Not to mention I also dreamed of being a Fraggle toy over 6 months ago and imagined my dad wanting to kill me.  Strange, odd illusions!  Very strange…

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/The-Dream-at-Noon-820262500

Poem- “We Can Be Generalized”

“We Can Be Generalized”

A school isn’t classless.

You’ll need classes to fulfill goals in education.

We can be generalized, we can be classified, we can be divided.

There’s classes in school.

English is a class.

History is a class.

Math is a class.

Science is a class.

Theology is a class.

French is a class.

Computing is a class.

Psychology is a class.

Physical Education is a class.

Philosophy is a class.

Poetry (if you can find it) is a class.

Fantasy is a class.

Fiction is a class.

Unfortunately, Truth isn’t a class.

Music is a class.

So, from getting into classes, education is very useful.

I belong to a lot of classes.

Therefore, I’m not too classless.

“Class” is a term which suggests knowledge, behavior, and tastes.

Yes, we can have equality and justice for all, and, we’ll need our classes.

Classes get divided into more classes, and classless are divided into more classless.

Education has its varying status.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/We-Can-Be-Generalized-820240279

Poem- “Hell is Full of Kinds”

“Hell is Full of Kinds”

Hell isn’t a classless society.

You know this- different spirits, different powers, different flames.

There’s a lot of competition in hell.

Demons in a variety fight over power and class.

A god belongs to his or her class.

Satan taught in his class during his conflicting notion against heaven.

Evil is made of conflicting ideas.

Classes of spirits dwell in Satan’s universe.

So, hell isn’t classless, come hell or high water.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Hell-is-Full-of-Kinds-820140985?ga_submit_new=10%3A1573629690

Videogame Review, Mario Kart 64 for the Nintendo 64 (w/ Brand New Sharkpad Pro 64 Controller)

Videogame Review, Mario Kart 64 for the Nintendo 64 (w/ Brand New Sharkpad Pro 64 Controller)

I’ll leave some good words here so people won’t discover a lot of fault in me.  There’s features for notice in this game.  Windows can be seen during the programatic recount of victories, losses, and possible ties.  A polygon should be viewed up close or at distance- from this vantage point, you’ll see the insides of a polygon which got made due to clips Nintendo maintained by a little virtue of comedy.  For instance, one time, I threw a banana slightly in front of my opponent and both he and I slipped with our karts on the same banana.  I don’t know how that happened and the instruction manual never mentions such a cheat.  When we play Mario Kart 64 there’s great undertaking to be had against the polygons, frames, clips, windows, lines, curves, and so on that interpret Nintendo’s sense of minimalism for a bit of humorous effect.  That “chocolate” mountain looks, feels, and plays off the wall.  How do you explain to a player that he’s been hit by a pile of chocolate?  A lot of chocolate!  Yoshi’s valley, as a racing course, is such a terror even for me as an expert driver on slippery controls; I’ll have to let go of the accelerator even on 150cc.  People may have a relaxing moment on Luigi’s race course.  But then you’ll encounter problems the longer Mario Kart 64 is experienced.  Who would of guessed that a driver could fall into a river by a remote jungle area and become tangled with glitches and errors on the TV screen?  The drivers appear to be “pasted”.  At least I’ve had fun moments where my thoughts don’t so much take recognition than visualization of heat throughout a championship possibility.  Controls are better with the Sharkpad controller- that’s because its control stick is made of more metal and the action buttons don’t irritate my fingers as much as the original N64 controller does.  Metal is a very valuable source in this case and that’s an environmentally-friendly design.  Using my fingers in some abnormal angles is required for the Sharkpad.  I’ve sensed a true futuristic device as being something more complicated and rich for the senses; and, my good habits for it reveal the opening touch towards the light in technological understanding.  While playing Mario Kart 64 we can see the “guts” of the program: polygons, shapes, cubes, abnormal lines.  Oh, and the ghostly boardwalk could’ve been more creepy.  Playing with 64-bit programs brings us to awareness over the years, so, from what I’ve seen, virtues ought to have question marks to them or else thinking, feeling, and wonder would be as impossible as the bananas.

Note: The system under my items isn't the Nintendo 64.  My items are for the Nintendo 64.

Poem- “That Silly Guy”

“That Silly Guy”

A philosopher began counting grains of sand near the ocean.

He tried counting each grain of sand, said to himself, “2 + 2 = 4.”

That was his stupid estimation- 2 + 2 = 4.

More grains of sand, two at a time, were brought up to totals of four.

People didn’t give any recognition to this idiot.

What everyone on the beach saw was philosophy of the impossible: counting sand.

Someone would have to be very silly in even attempting this math.

But, alas, he counted again and again, picking up grains of sand to his own cause.

Lots of grains of sand broke apart in his need of renewing the mistake.

Errors piled up until the moon stopped sleeping.

He counted, and he counted, and he counted, never to end or be finished.

“2 + 2 = 4.”

The guy summed, summed, and only summed according to random focus.

Nobody cared about this moron.

All on the beach was dug, even to counting, where he persisted in impossible math.

How many grains of sand were there, really?

Impossible!

Ordinary people couldn’t add up grains of sand for whatever motive.

Moral of the poem- it’s not enough to have math; it depends on where it’s learned.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/That-Silly-Guy-819926387