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Best Poems Written by Thomas Kovacs

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People, Change!

Why does time alter man?
Why do we have to forget?
Why can’t instead of can?
Why forbid rather then let?

People think they can evolve,
They learn from their mistakes.
Not knowing, history will revolve,
Their ignorance is all it takes.

We’re going back to the cave,
De-evolving to the Stone Age.
Technology can’t make us safe,
Witlessness is our cage.

Knowledge is what we need,
Not money, power, and greed.
Knowing makes us humans,
Not missiles and deadly guns.

Open your eyes humanity!
Cast your head up and see!
Your faith lies not in the deep,
But if you don’t there it will be.

Don’t let this happen to you
Be compassionate and patient
With your fellow men, who
Aren’t quite so intelligent.

Help them reach for the sky,
For we all are born equal,
Together we will unify
We won’t ever quarrel.

Let this happen, this I ask
Tolerate one and another
Let go of that old mask,
Let’s make peace. Together.

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The Forest of Truth

Binding its soul with the place he discovered,
It wasn’t long before the monster shivered.
For you see he has found the sacred place,
The forest of truth, this land’s true grace.
The forest isn’t like the one you would know,
Because here a single tree would not grow.
This is the place where all truths come to rest,
Here something divine made its holy nest.
Our hero unconscious walked among the trees,
Until the monster in something sunk to his knees.
Some sort of quick sand appeared it to be,
He just got deeper and deeper as he tried to flee.

Then he stopped in the struggle and tried to listen,
But he knew, in five days by death he will be taken.

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Promise Me Immortality

How I’ve wished for life after death,
Feeling good after losing your health.
Promise me your loyalty,
Promise me Immortality.

Telling a lie every day you wake,
Have nothing someone could take,
Promise me your prosperity,
Promise me Immortality.

Adoring with your love, so pure
Every mistake you patiently endure
Promise me your amity,
Promise me Immortality.

Being immortal yourself, never to die,
There’s one thing I ask, no one other, but I
Promise me your energy,
Promise me Immortality.

Now the day of reckoning is upon us
Your promise you did keep, and thus
You promised me reliability,
You gave me your Immortality.

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Reverie - Part Ii -

Than a ghostly whip touched my back, it was the head,
Which dragged me down here. Thinking nothing, I fled.
At least I tried, but was caught in it’s domain, it’s lair,
It was non other than Lucifer, in human form, but no hair,
Just the two horns on his bald head, with a whip in his hand
He pointed at me, but what he said, I couldn’t understand,
I just stood there, and if I wouldn’t have been dead, I would
Die over and over until the end of time, oh, if only I could.
His face as a monster’s, skin burned and rotten, his teeth
As a shark’s with his snake eyes pushing me down a cliff.
The falling sensation was so familiar, but what awaited me
Wasn’t a good sight for my eyes, and I still couldn’t flee.
A ring is where he brought me, to fight for some reason,
He said, if I would win, he’d grant me my freedom.
This I could understand, actually didn’t wonder why I
Couldn’t cognize him before. He kept staring with his eye,
That when light came down, and the dark sky opened.
The devil tried to cut off my head, but I found myself lifted
By the one angel sent to lure me. A gazed at her face, at 
Her wings, at her grace, didn’t even feel the cut on my hand.

Speechless I remained while she raised me,
From the realm of the damned, and while we
Floated towards the light, I couldn’t really 
Think about this being just dream or reality.
Approaching my room, her name I asked.
She smiled at me, and slowly she whispered.
Then suddenly I woke up relaxed and peaceful
As I always am, calm, composed, serene, cool.
Never thinking, that I could have been so far,
But then I looked at my hands… 
		 - It was the devilish scar-

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The Rebel and the Conformist

Liberty and freedom we shall have.
A strict line, order there shall be!
In harmony we’ll live, we’ll learn to love.
Black or white, others you won’t see!

These two figures are in permanent war,
And I just can’t believe you can’t see,
That I don’t want to brag, not anymore,
But these two enemies dwell inside me.

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Concrete Kungle

The sun has set, and millions of lights awaken on the landscape.
I look out my window and spot the flickering light of the airport,
I see the dim light of a streetlamp, as it slowly fades in the 
Eternity of darkness that surrounds its stainless steel case.
And I wonder: Where does light go, after the streetlight dies?
Nowhere, it’s still there, only unseen by the eyes of the creatures
Living in the concrete jungle. 

And in the distance a weak spark broken by the sound of the 
inexistent trees flattering in the wind. A beggar is rolling his cart 
on the asphalt road, and on every bump I can hear the metallic 
noise which built this land long ago. The sky is filled with a cold, 
silky cover of darkness which spreads from one corner of the city 
in another, blurring the existence of stars, moons, far reaching planets. 
Like they would have never existed. Like no one would have ever 
discovered and named them. They’re out, beyond the limits. 
They aren’t real. Never were in the eyes of an urban being. 

In the neighboring building a light switches on. Someone came.
Somebody fills the void in the room, someone turns on the light.
Than after a moment it’s gone. It left its habitat probably to go
And meet its mates. Probably. The wind picks up again, as it
Can be heard through the alley. It’s strong. Someone’s caught 
In it, as a jacket can be heard screaming in the distance. 
In a moment it stops; as sudden as it started, the finish isn’t more
Subtle. The beggar returns to look for some shelter in the night.
It finds a bench to sleep on, and it tucks itself in with old, used 
Newspapers.

I stand looking out my window, and it all starts to clear out, 
than it becomes more confusing than it was earlier. Much more.
Nothing seems to add up. Everything is chaotic in this land 
where everything was created by man, yet everything seems 
so dead. I can’t imagine. I can’t think. I’m amazed by the 
City.

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Ars Poetica

A poet shouldn’t write what others want to hear,
One must not feel intimidation, nor fear.
A poet must write about his own experience
He should capture his own life’s true essence.

At nearly nineteen years of life I’ve learned,
A true artist’s voice is not pleasant to be heard.
A poet’s life truly is nothing to be desired,
A poet doesn’t have a job, he never gets hired.

Any man can live a life plain and normal,
But being a poet is much more exceptional:
Telling your thoughts with no care in the world,
You can freely make your voice be heard!

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Speechless

In chaos the monster would rest,
Like a cowbird in its own nest,
For his grim voice he has lost,
This and all fore a huge cost.
A never-ending road to loss, 
And yet it’s at a stone’s toss.
But who silenced the monster?
Who would suppress this creature?
Was it you? Could it been me?
Or is guilty all? Humanity?
Maybe we will never know,
Maybe there we can not go.

The monster was silent and broken,
He knew the countdown was set for ten

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The Horsemen Ride Again

Pestilence, Poverty, War and Disease
sweep this world with valiant ease.
They ride again as once long before,
hoping that they wont  come anymore.
Humanity has its minutes counted,
As the horsemen have already departed.

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If I...

If I should be the happiest man alive,
I would be the drone, who left the hive.
If I should be the richest man to live,
I would be the golden honey they give.
If I should be the eagerest of the land,
I would give everyone a helping hand.
If I should be the best one of them all,
I would watch everyone else’s fall.

If I were the most miserable man alive,
I wouldn’t flee; I’d go back to the hive.
If I were the poorest man to live,
I wouldn’t be the plague they give.
If I should be the disabled of the land,
I wouldn’t have any legs but one hand.
If I should be the worst one of them all,
I would watch the ignorant die and fall.