Listening' Mad Pete Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Had mood given all time by others
Word from em' and cast to tears, sweat,
With atmosphere mine out of own control
Message from home' and down to gloom

Sought quench needs mine
That in others sought
But return end' having needs more

Then day forth' sat staring skies
Caught in stars converse, ensconced in clouds journey
With breeze caress skin, and ears to bird songs
This while feet toss in stream, and hand lean acme rose
Dancing rhythms of soul and whispering to seen
For far sorrows earth and evil trembling laughers
For far earth stench to scented serene
That night which followed sat there staring heavens

Madness' say' mattered not
For fashion own people already
Whom words heart grasp and bond
Attention' gave' yet mattered not
For already those could kill easy and forth to life had
That speaks to and listens to' built world
Was madness' spoke and mattered not
For was free to life live' happy come
Happy be nude' happy like never was

So on didn't see beg their feet
Then on see not at their doors
Soon' saw' couldn't hurt a further
And so ‘soon, had hands mine in shackles
Bringing forth your presence

Would you call mad ‘cause free?
Don't matter what say
For body can be restricted'
Soul never can
And may take away light
And give your darkness
But don't matter all you do
For dwell in my world
All sweetness of earth
In which I only god over

Those were words of mad Pete

Had needs whose gratify in others all times sought
Yet return, always' with more needs than earlier had

From him come realize
That all my needs are inside of me
Clasped in my palms'

From him realize
What cage being made by self
And of chance be free as air

Realize truly
That hunger comes from within
And shall cease not come
Unless of course slake that which gives it

Thus search' for which bring into being hunger
To sate and fly
This found' that all needed be inside me
That all need do be search, find and let go
For when let go, became free
Listening to mad Pete thus gave wings

But also soon' had me shackles
For ‘bove them flew' soaring deep skies
Thus call sick and hand over here
But don't matter what you done, do
For only body can restrict
My soul' never can reach
And may take away your light
And confine to your darkness
It matters not what thou do
For I dwell in my world
Where you cannot reach
Filled with all sweetness of earth