Optical therapy

snow angels
amazed with sky
wooden fence

things taken for granted
quiet immunity in freedom

dusk came
lights elude darkness

candles were kept
reclaimed by love

universal language
touching sentiment

shared crowd

then they stroked a calm fire
marking milkmen and storytellers


Almost Believe

Beckon a galaxy to exist

contrast in chronic tendency

in visionary creed we recite in hypocrisy

the primitive one says

let men draw quarters in rust breath

as impulsive at hate, and to relate

clearly Cooper hysterical saint

let it be

in gods and governments

almost believe

Reckon a system to realize

contrast in lonely memory

why does it’s brightness continue to burn

without a capacity to learn?

the primitive one states

why such savagery for land

or blood in disguise?

  bleary Cayce elusive prophet

let it fly

in angels and aliens

almost believe

Reflect a message to revive

contrast in hidden truths

why do they cry for religion

but scream in judgment?

the primitive soul treads

to descend a rant

weary Cooper mystical terrorist

let it seed

in prophets and junkies

almost believe

Rectify in safe ground

burns in line treks on light

the primitive soul muses

absurd chances denied

where do you begin to make amends

or choke in reins

militant Paine resistive poet

let it see

in gods and governments

almost believe


restore the power

men work

diligent and careful

such mastery

surgeons peeling layers off with a scythe

to unlock the buried treasure

in overgrown bush

halo for the men

to return

light, power


to the children

loose in the night

mothers hugging in the dark

children thrown from sleep,

monopoly by candle

man with stern discourse

he’s missing

Sports Center

locked into sleeping early

with his wife

you know what darkness

can do to a man

he will disguise his breathing

they could be sheer gods


if they were to reactivate

just a bit of light

for strangers

restricted to walk their dogs

he whines just behind me

stop writing

reality born to gentle confrontation

Words by Atom Rush


no batteries no electricity

spark that generator provide some energy

simplicity light bulb

I am 200 plus got the heavyweight title

rivals are like false idols

stop it you ain’t a prophet

you talk shit to make  profit from material objects

I am less stressed never ending quest

for that money in my pocket found success

through my eye sockets

Cee Reed everything Reed sees the rest of it

find truth in hidden messages

get schooled on what a lesson is

think you got the answers

but you keep questioning festering

your drain brain bubbling

stumbling like your walking out the pubs in Dublin


Words by Cee Reed

Generator is the title track on a new record with my spoken word tribe: the Atom family

Check out these words with music on my sound cloud

Oswald’s ghost

badge man in sticks
rail workers avert
dazed hobos
touch device to ear
cut outs on every block
amnesia spreads
across a blacked out government
executive action

an authority short of thoughts on means
realize it marks you accomplice

film captured
sold to lost file cabinets
where suits shift
and sift about the slit in justice
assassins escape the eyes
it comes back to fences
aligned allies
footprints in fresh mud

an authority short of thoughts on detention
realize it marks you accomplice

 seconds sacrifice time
into Zapruder mist
driver twists
car seizes
where the iron patch
defines the fabric
into breach
we commit this wall of silence

a government short on thoughts of transparency
realize it marks you accomplice

he is one for the ages
a sliver in this rugged individual
without grim space
we are forced to remember
stories not reported
a mixture of poison and perfume
the seductive
apart from the seduced

a government short of thoughts on truth
realize it marks you accomplice

 umbrella man
waiting in outline
stretched judgement
the maniac salute

a world disguised by lost symbols
realize it marks you accomplice

Oswald’s ghost
stalks our crooked track
where citizens are sold
false directives.



Stop gravity and show me

why we need you?

increased productivity

value harnessed
by the way

you look at things

the rest based on the way you act

the big accounts you land

the shape of your figure

Stop gravity and don’t ask

why we need you?

increased efficiency
time propelled on the internet

by the way you access information

the dark secrets of personality proposed
to make all the right smiles

all the time

working constantly against character

you have prophesied times before

fantasized you were lost

in the hours of work

you are human
but we never made you this way
we would never take credit for your transformation

Stop gravity and wear me down with the reasons

you can take a step forward

and we will map the way backwards