The Buddha

Calm, the epitome of calm

Serene, sitting on a seat of flowers

He fights the demons of his mind

With love and careful listening

He makes friends with them

He tricks them into submission

He makes them lose their jobs

Their livelihoods, with subtle persuasion

Their children

Will go begging in the streets

Of his brain

Looking for jobs

While he sits there

On a seat of flowers

Making love with his peace

 

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 21 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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