by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
When the sun broke through the clouds,
the heat shot through his bones.
He was walking away from her.
She told him to hurry up
and get to the launch zone and leave.
Time ticked on, helping her anger
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Category Archives: Space
In the Big Picture
by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
“This is nothing. This is something.” ………………….. RIP Phil Hartman 1948-1998
In the beginning,
we are told,
there was nothing.
Then,
there was something.
In the big picture, this was WHERE we “started.” Continue reading
ON THE COOL SIDE
by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
I got a Telegram it read: “Already answered.“
We know you know these things
come down from above
But see, the Message was supposed to be a question:
“Say, do you know the meaning
or the reason
for love?”
More than a cloud
by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
Everyone casts a shadow
as we walk below the sun.
It follows us throughout the day
and slips away at night.
When evening falls,
a blanket of stars slowly appear above
to dot the purple vastness
and remind us where we are.
Funny thing about Robots
by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
American artist Frank Kelly Freas altered his 1953 painting for Queen’s album art.
They used to cling and clang. They were faceless and only had numbers for identification.
We now refer to them as “A” “I” creatures. But robots, as they will always be known,
only get the AI designation if they are higher up in the chip processing pecking order.
What is our fascination with a pile of bolts and silica personified? Power?
Is it that we want more than just a reflection of what we see? Relationship?
Is it that we are so surrounded by wonderful creation that we are inspired to re-create creation?
Robots seem to give us a pathway to enhance our own reality. Like Radio Controlled cars and drones.
Not like Virtual Reality (VR) at all. More so in a physical way.
These days robots can be much more.
How is this possible?
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Inanimate Objects don’t know they are inanimate
by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
Remember the times
we all have stubbed our toes?
That sofa corner says,
“This is the altar of foot woes.”
Lifted a glass full of liquid
and it spilled off the table?
The moisture surrounding it says,
“No grip is able.”
Memories returning
by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
