Poem- “Hobbies”

“Hobbies”

Education is better than hobby.

A good teacher will actually correct your mistakes.

With a hobby, you’re often on your own.

Isolation, privacy, and self-containment aren’t exactly wise things.

People screw up more with their hobbies.

Much of it is intentional- opinions, comments, and rants.

Good education is a refined process of thought.

So, without exception, my hobbies tend to be extra study.

By having so much extra credit there’s little cause for much worry.

Literature must be performed with a flowing quality.

The quality is realized and observed from great practice.

However, a hobby can be taken by anyone ranging from genius to fool.

Notice how those clubs in school often don’t provide us with grades.

For starters you’ll notice that hobbies improve with education.

Education will lead to degrees of philosophy.

Not everybody can get it, but the public will be organized into rights.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Hobbies-832196618

Poem- “The Art of Listening”

“The Art of Listening”

We never “listen” to opinions.

Opinions are heard or ignored.

It takes truth for understanding, and, we must understand to listen.

You can scream at me all you want.

Truth is out there.

People usually hear statements only.

So, real knowledge of truth is quite occasional.

Knowledge depends on the right moments.

Guys can come all they want- I know enough truth to dismiss opinion.

“Hearing” an opinion is possible.

But, from hearing opinion, we’re still searching for truth.

An opinion can be mistaken for truth.

Truth gets divided into separated angles of speculation.

Especially if there’s opinion.

Facts may be technically accurate.

Yet, it takes understanding for facts to be truth.

Problem is we can’t be really united forever and ever.

New angles pop into existence.

An update may be recycling under disconnection.

Because of this, we must consider the kind of progress made.

Cuts appear from thin air sometimes.

Understanding is the only thing we truly express.

Opinions are partial transitions, or, they’re distractions.

Some people can’t get enough toys.

Literary criticism must involve critical roles for success to be had.

Forget enemies.

They never listen.

Gratification, not love, is only heard- victims are often betrayed.

So we must realize that opinions are only heard.

No opinion leads to understanding.

Think of it as guessing.

We’ll try to predict the future when clueless.

Even when the future happens as we’ve guessed it so, it’s not knowledge.

It was never knowledge.

It’s accidental occurrence.

Due to the nature of fortune telling it’s a risk of unseen change.

Knowledge isn’t unseen change.

Humanity needs self-awareness for knowledge.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/The-Art-of-Listening-832019346

Videogame Review, Wheel of Fortune for the Nintendo Switch (Portable Mode)

Videogame Review, Wheel of Fortune for the Nintendo Switch (Portable Mode)

The portable mode refers to a Nintendo Switch as it’s played from hands under screen.  My Switch can be used as either portable or home console; however, the video game console generally is designed by Nintendo for smaller screens.  A small screen can help the program come to life although I’m still rather confused and worried about the video as presented.  It’s hard to stare at the wheel while “stuff” comes up on the screen.  Using the Nintendo Switch itself for the smallest screen possible, or getting out the black tablet and attaching little controllers to the sides to form the pieces into a whole, portable controller, leaves me to estimate the considerable value of mobile gaming.  I’m not a newspaper journalist.  Newspapers are generally filled with greater amounts of information and exact facts.  My review is more like blogging or general poetry in motion.  Of course, there’s something interesting to be said about the Nintendo Switch in portable mode.  I grab the device in portable mode and have the screen near me and right at my face- it’s the smallest form of the Nintendo Switch possible and it takes a kind of transformation to get from mobile gameplay to home gaming.  Let’s think of portable mode as a sort of “beast mode”.  That’s a phrase I’m quoting from the Transformers: Beast Wars television series I grew up with as a kid in the 1990’s.  In that TV show series, robots land on a planet and get turned into animals.  They’re animals until they transform into their real robot forms and graduate in flying colors under a generally chaotic environment.  Portable mode for the Nintendo Switch is like a smaller animal type.  Concentration is made over the smallest screen in my hands while ongoing events happen around me without my direct input on other people’s activities and, mostly, irrelevant natures surrounding my gaming spree.  Maybe I’ll have to tell someone near me to be quiet or insist that nobody start the dishwasher or laundry machine during my gameplay.  Facts like these let me keep interest in Wheel of Fortune.  It’s an interest I’ll have for portable games I don’t want or need.  Then again, my patience for the corrupted program isn’t so easy- I’ll just sit near the Nintendo Switch, wondering what I’m supposed to do or where I could expect the “fix” in video format.  Characters in the game may have some really silly hairstyles!  Some forms of hair look like wigs; I know this, because my grandma used to do quite well in a hair-wig business.  Even the host of Wheel of Fortune will say I’m “uninteresting”.  Well, at least I’m uninteresting right now with practical, true knowledge in this analysis.  

Poem- “One Direction Into More”

“One Direction Into More”

You have a hand in one direction.

There’s been change to your own body.

Age occurs.

So, from progress or loss, the hand begins to be in another direction.

Even if it’s in the same direction.

From change in body, there’s change at hand.

Both hands can be in the same direction.

Love takes place on varied environmentalisms over form.

Form is made under a new body, and, thus, the form is no longer the same.

We’re going to need to be figurative about changes taking place.

Something in the place removes the origins for more.

Originality can’t be a mere difference.

There’s always difference, and, there seems to never be difference.

For art to be original, we must determine qualitative statements with risk.

It’s the risk which may or may not leave a work original.

People will be opposed to the blue marble.

Our weight sinks and rises.

Victims get buried in meaningless surface.

The risks provide us with indication.

Your hand will become dust, soil, and wind.

A hole shouldn’t be singular life.

We dig it- we dig from it and we dig after it.

Before and after turn into a mass with constant spinning.

Gears determine original work depending on risk.

It’s one direction into more.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/One-Direction-Into-More-831795963?ga_submit_new=10%3A1582707357

Poem- “La Opinión”

“La Opinión”

No me gusta el taco.

No me gusta el burrito.

No me gusta la fajita.

No me gustan las enchiladas.

No me gusta la salsa.

No me gustan las tortillas pequeñas.

No me gusta la empanada de media luna rellena.

No me gusta el plato decorado.

No me gusta el chorizo.

No me gustan los servicios.

No me gustan los trabajadores.

No me gusta el menú.

No me gusta el piso.

No me gusta el restaurante.

No me gusta el lugar.

No me gusta la romanza.

No me gustan las rosas.

No me gusta la comida.

No me gusta la cocina.

No me gusta el tiempo.

No me gustan las servilletas.

No me gusta el edificio.

No me gustan los momentos necesarios.

No me gustan los postres.

Me gusta la cultura mexicana, pero, no me gusta este restaurante particular.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/La-Opinion-831693026

Poem- “Uncool”

“Uncool”

Heart is a big mouth.

You’ll feel the same and believe others are different.

It’s hidden under blood, sweat, and tears.

People have come in the flesh without seeing yours.

My talk here can be irrational.

We feel intimidated from unknowing.

Knowledge becomes chaotic.

Someone just had to spill the beans and lie.

Opinions are centered under ignorance.

I write this page by removing extra study.

The public fears its own work near a vacuum upon us.

Waste taken for innocence is shameful.

Feelings get varied on the same level.

We consume our hunger and wish for it to be left.

An extreme is given further names.

Masks go around in a vicious circle.

Circles come in more shapes and sizes of reflection.

I get scared when I no longer see myself in a mirror.

The human mind is flesh in both ways.

Personality spins us out of control.

Opening is closing from opening within closing.

An entrance eventually leaves a broken door.

What happens to an invisible hole?

Humanity stares into blindness.

My blinds are seen without touch.

A touch keeps me numb.

Loss involves the expansion of absence.

The heart is too soft and it gets hard.

We dream of extracurricular sleep, we learn of disappearance.

Expansion shifts in lost gears.

A singular point may blow up and down.

Vision is gone by missing links.

Beauty transforms away from itself.

Fingers soon turn less real.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Uncool-831569949

Poem- “Voice Heard”

“Voice Heard”

“I don’t know what I’m doing here.

I’m just getting my voice heard.”

That’s arrogant.

You might as well say, “I don’t know the answer, but I’ll raise my hand anyway.”

Your voice should be heard but please know what you’re doing!

The answer must be known first.

If you try guessing, you’ll get random results- all against you.

If you guess right, you won’t know it; if you guess wrong, you won’t know it.

Knowledge has this great power on us for a reason.

Someone may hear your voice and give you a false correction.

Someone may hear your voice and just listen to sounds.

Linguistics of sound isn’t always typically effective.

People may just want to hear your voice- not to listen, not to understand.

There’s also some huge limitations on voice itself.

Maybe people won’t hear you right, or, they’ll hear what they want to hear.

We don’t have to tell the truth to get a voice.

A voice can be heard for sweet lies.

I don’t want you to suddenly make a mistake without knowing this.

Get your voice heard if you know the answer.

If not, pack up your things and quietly leave the class.

Your class will only have so much effect in your name.

I’ve seen too many poets who only care about being heard.

What about text?

There’s technically no voice in text; yet, it can raise awareness levels.

People can understand each other without voices.

Besides, you have a mouth and you have ears.

What happens when you don’t hear or listen to what you preach?

You can actually have a voice while being deaf.

If you don’t even hear yourself speaking, what’s the point of having a voice?

I guess you can say arrogance isn’t sound.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Voice-Heard-831456645

Poem- “Absolute Life”

“Absolute Life”

You claim to have experience for life.

You’ve forgotten most things experienced in your life.

Most of your life can’t actually be seen or remembered.

The human mind only perceives just so much.

And, you claim to have “experience”.

But you’ve forgotten most of everything in your life!

We can even forget to forget.

Now this may sound like a lot of worrying.

It isn’t to me so much.

“Memory would make a very poor time machine”- I’ve said that before.

Why?

Because memory isn’t reality.

It’s sort of like a drunken state of mind.

Usually, we’re pretending to have absolute experience.

Honestly it’s quite healthy to be in a little ignorance.

Having too much attention paid can paralyze you.

Our minds aren’t clocks, computers, or calculators with the greatest neutrality.

We kind of see things and wish to believe.

Confidence can be arrogance because it’s an assumption on unlimited goals.

People may assume to be, but they may not actually be.

Dreams are usually quick and nonsensical.

Of course, memory is a flashing image of absolution.

True, absolute life has all the images for whoever exists in it.

We eat, sleep, and do; however, human beings aren’t absolute recordings of life.

We miss out on most imagery.

Life can go beyond the grave.

Guys don’t see the whole picture.

In fact, the whole picture isn’t the whole world.

The whole world isn’t the whole universe.

The universe, even, isn’t the whole existence.

Eternal matters let us keep going on.

“I remember everything.”

No, you don’t.

That’s because the human mind isn’t everything.

Really, if the human mind was everything, surprises wouldn’t exist for us.

Ideas seem to come to us both from within and from without.

But, alas, we claim to have experience in life.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Absolute-Life-831440771

Videogame Review, Wheel of Fortune for the Nintendo Switch (America’s Greatest Game Shows)

Videogame Review, Wheel of Fortune for the Nintendo Switch (America’s Greatest Game Shows)

My Nintendo Switch is still relatively brand new and it feels good to play something on it again.  Wheel of Fortune is like C; C is for mediocre, according to some critics online. I really agree with them.  It’s a program that has never seen better days.  Playing, or even attempting to play, this game is like sitting through a window of mistakes during a supposed “challenge of a lifetime”.  But Wheel of Fortune definitely doesn’t look like a million bucks on the Switch- it’s more like a $1.50.  Considering the luxuries the real-life TV show presents to us I don’t think that’s a good sign.  Errors come up on the screen and it gets difficult to tell when I may push the button due to lag, glitches, and poor engineering.  Ignore the ratings from Best Buy.  They don’t know what they’re talking about.  We’re talking about a game that hasn’t pleased critics since the very imaging doesn’t flow nicely.  And, imagine if this game truly has been a terrible mistake: people from Best Buy play the game, they “like” it, and they begin believing that video games are really supposed to be like this.  Have they ever played Sonic the Hedgehog or even Super Mario Bros.?  There’s games out there which are way better than Wheel of Fortune!  My guess is the public is rather inexperienced in video games and they just latch on to whatever comes their way.  At least they’re normal people.  Yet, it takes a real genius to know what good games are.  When I’m playing Wheel of Fortune, a whole bunch of stuff comes up on my TV and I don’t know where to click or push anything.  The graphics are especially in slight terms of improvement compared to Wheel of Fortune for the Sega Genesis console.  That’s right- Wheel of Fortune has been made on video game consoles for years and the Nintendo Switch version (what I’m reviewing) can’t pull the numbers or let them dry.  Yes, my controller’s vibration can be nice.  So can my massage machine!  Videogames are often made in haste.  There’s also one considerable factor.  How much time do players use in playing games?  Maybe Wheel of Fortune speaks for another generation of heated battle concerning solving puzzles and editing customized characters.  A greater force is at work with the internet.  Then again, I’m still waiting for the gameplay to show and my opponents keep on picking the really wrong letters of the alphabet in solving each puzzle; they’re kind of stupid.  

Poem- “Knowledge and Understanding”

“Knowledge and Understanding”

Someone will make an error.

He’ll think knowledge is as important as understanding.

Generalizations are confused to be facts.

Opinions, even truth, are taken in varied rays of light.

There’s no singular point of comprehension.

Ringing of ears disturbs more dreams.

Continued progress ends with another future look.

Guys remain bothered from predictions that haven’t come true.

Earth is surrounded by chaos- in fact, Earth is a great deal of chaos.

Findings get made without brilliant discovery.

Imaginary playthings fill our minds.

Subjects transform into divided forms of intuition.

People go crazy, and, they don’t always know how to refuse knowledge.

Unrelated incidents can be known.

We have to know more than we understand.

Yet, it’d be nice if our understanding was greater than knowledge.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Knowledge-and-Understanding-831214209

Photo- "A Desert Village"

A desert village in Bakersfield, California.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/A-Desert-Village-831183655

Short Story- “Junk Food Island”

“Junk Food Island”

Mike traveled over the ocean during a trip of a lifetime.  Suddenly, his tour boat crashed on the shore while a storm hit, and, he ended up stuck on this remote island in some unknown geographical area.  The island wasn’t deserted.  No, far from it!  It was actually an island filled with nothing but junk food- no apples, no bananas, no grilled chicken, no wheat, no orange juice.  Just nothing but junk food!  Mike had to eat at the local tribe’s fast food joints over, and over, and over again- there was no end in sight.  He just ate and ate to his heart’s content.  Soon he grew bored of the fast food, and then, outraged.  Cheeseburgers, fries, and milkshakes stuffed him up and, in no time, he gained 200 pounds in as little as 3 weeks.  The weight gain decreased as Mike got fatter.  Nobody else survived on Junk Food Island: heart attacks, diabetes, and foul diseases swept the island.  Junk food was everywhere!  There were donuts, pizzas, fried chicken drumsticks, etc.  All of the other tourists suffered and died on that island and Mike suffered as well until, one day, government aircraft picked him up where he cried, on his knees, shouting out loud, “I WILL NEVER EAT EVER AGAIN!”  The local tribe was captured, arrested, and put in jail for their crimes against humanity and a special documentary was made on Mike’s horrible experience as an obese person on a lonely island.  You’ll see him on TV; he said, “They just kept feeding me and feeding me and I got SO fat!  The tribe made fun of me and continued cooking fried chicken and tortured the other tourists.  Our boat was ruined and torn to pieces.  We tried eating less food, but the tribe forced us to eat and even played with our belly fat.  Sniff… so bad…  Everyone in the tribe danced all around us and sang about our belly fat!  It wasn’t funny.  They set up a fire, cooked hundreds of hamburgers over stones close to it, and, from frying more pies and donuts in a boiling pot of oil, they treated us like royalty and fed us so much more food.  I hated it!  And the others didn’t survive!  Sniff… they got so fat… all alone… on a lonely island!”

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Junk-Food-Island-831094094

Videogame Review, Zaxxon for the Nintendo Wii Arcade (Arcade Download)

Videogame Review, Zaxxon for the Nintendo Wii Arcade (Arcade Download)

Zaxxon is rather plastic.  We’ve gotten reports over the years from players in communities and especially internet about how difficult it is to see what you’re doing in this “classic” shooter.  Particularly, the peach-colored laser beams covering many gates are practically invisible to the naked eye, and, my eye is very naked except for eyeglasses and naturally-born blue eyes.  You’ll be crashing into walls and enemies without being able to tell right angles from left ones.  Of course it takes courage to go up with Zaxxon into outer space against incoming monsters and thugs in pieces of metal.  Booby traps appear on those stages.  Now don’t oppose everything that I’m saying or else we won’t go anywhere in real paths of gameplay; then again, we’re challenging ourselves in video games and memory does play a key role somewhat in some old, vintage games.  Zaxxon isn’t so much memory-based as it is unique by perspective, maps, and dramatic effects.  Can I say the sounds at first glance are too powerful?  Who is this enemy, Wizard of Oz?  There’s extremes, extremes, and extremes of presentation as much provided for as it is countered for intuitive thinking.  But my intuitive thinking only works to a fault where degrees in camera angles don’t show the onslaught in perfected mastery.  Although Zaxxon is a shooter, the shooting takes place on a bad radar screen and I’m wondering where my window of opportunity is.  I’ve changed my mind to great length about the original Zaxxon arcade game.  Most gamers are bad consultants and poor achievers of thought and with good reason- so many video games just put this video on us that we have to take in for any kind of excuse for achievement where challenge is concerned and yet derailed by questionable, debatable technology.  Maybe a game would really be good if there wasn’t so much debate and fashion to begin with!  It’s quite simple- KISS.  I don’t understand it.  If I was actually in the space-plane while digging through quarters of enemies and if I could see out of my window in real life, there’d be no “camera angle” even talked about.  Does Jimmy Buffett go to the airport on a normal day and worry about camera angles?  But, alas, we have camera angles.  Video has been developed on over the generations and I don’t think this arcade original will pass our current radar of greats since windows of opportunity are often enhanced, expanded, and lengthened with virtues of continuation.  Also, Zaxxon brings you back to the very beginning of the game after a few mistakes- one ship, one shot, one life for each moment of opportunity.  I might as well go back to the beginning of a book whenever I miss more than 2 words!  

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Review-of-Zaxxon-Nintendo-Wii-830975720

Poem- “Little Toys”

“Little Toys”

These rolling marbles fill the air with colorful rounds;

Crossed lines which enter space along mounds

Like stars to floatations under gravity at hold-

Upon drips in reach for wild spots over those cracks,

I’m given enhancements around my dime’s shine for tacks.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Little-Toys-830870909

Poem- “Too Many Questions”

“Too Many Questions”

He went to school for a long time.

Years and years passed by.

Books on lots of different subjects were picked up.

Questions came with answers.

Ideas just got absorbed.

The grudge inside became deeper, deeper, and deeper.

Conceptual thinking gutted him out.

Subjects, one by one, made his day or crashed him hard.

More years passed by.

A clock reminded him of pending doom.

Hours were arrived at in ticking hours.

Eventually, he dropped out and went crazy.

He wrote bad essays, bland poems, and conflicting articles.

Too much came out of him.

The man practically gave away everything in mind.

His mind purged, raved, and darted.

Soon all of his ideas became word salads and meaningless dribble.

A whole day would be made in great, despicable arguments.

Every friend left this guy alone the longer he disputed.

Criticism was dismissed for his own instead.

Favors remained little in any help.

No one in the family understood him but stayed by his side.

Rage and anger filled his repertoire of goods.

Hate speech followed insult from injury.

The man yelled, screamed, and cursed at the world.

Instinct got the handle of false illusions.

He read, and he read, and he read, with tons of newspapers and books.

Anger splintered his mind.

Games were played over raining cats and dogs.

Miseducation transformed into hatred from weak links of judgement.

Obstacles were buried in every faculty possible in mind.

He still talked about his past, his education.

The signed degree meant nothing to him.

Revenge was taken apart by external and internal forces.

Emotions no longer flowed in any kind of control system of thought.

You talked to him recently and he couldn’t speak your language.

But, ideas came out of him like thunder and lightning.

Years passed by since school.

He graduated and became a wreck.

In word, ideas had been like food to this creep.

And he couldn’t handle those ideas.

So, from being so full of himself and his ideas, his schooling became emetic.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Too-Many-Questions-830764824