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