endless wild imagination

expletive invite misfortune
invite scorn hatred infinite
spit and do not want to lick it up
is like a trail without know who the legacy of former
swearing like a tongue does not mouthed
reserving thorn stuck in the pain
just break the glass so crowded

I saw an eye sharply focused on something
leaving a big question on the empty soul
vent emotions without having to be seen by the eye
become an engineering without good reason
where he was, who he was, for who he is
ask ... ask a hungry heart

rebel ... revolted ceaselessly
destroy .. destroy all visible
there is no reason to immediately eliminate
to land did not receive him
forward .. advanced ... create a circle of apostasy
let all this be a cry of lament

skin and bones mixed with blood and pus
spread a foul smell in the soul
swing your arms and throw him a severe blow
rate muster all the emotions, and the plug is in
all unprovoked, all just a theory is realized
become uncontrollable desire

By. Julius Sitanggang 

 

Choice and Done

He reigns in glorious throne
look benevolent and glory
love the studded beams not respected by eye
shining robe filled with thoughtful omniscience
owner of record of the life and judgment

every knee bow, and every tongue confess
that He is the Lord of the Kingdom of eternal
repercussion trumpet sounding voice shouted stop
time has stopped and it was time footstool sion rests on the hill
soon .....

World so captured the heart and soul
They forgot that the power of the world that has been formed
hypocritical if not followed, stupid if carried
black and white never fused

wipe everything unclean, spit all hypocrisy
two options based on the life rights for
a fire that never goes unsaid or beautiful garden
new body and real life is a choice

is there any help ground the ground?
all back to him without a piece of cloth from the world
enjoy what's there, what you sow is what you reap
screaming or singing?
all just an option without a coercion

think without using brain
faith without the use of heart
sad ...

By . Julius Sitanggang 

Nightfly

the sky is still black though you shed tears of blood
maybe it's the best way to keep it like this
but it's a fact of life that must be lived
no matter the moral life roost
the important thing is not growling stomach

the ardent desire as the night wore on
gives a sign it was time for a piece of fortune
whether of sin which he didwhether sacred those who came looking for

not a coincidence that self-esteem should be sealed
in order to survive .. khaylila .. they called it

will regret pobud scary, but all rolling with what the
jingling anklets greet the ears Masher
fat and hairy men ready to pounce like a hungry wolf
fun but a moment
touching but should happen

purpose in life can not be seen in him
of the world turned black as no longer viable
ask forgiveness seemed to be an impossible

enjoy, enjoy and enjoy nightfly
let it all flow, the present into an expectation
let the world know you moan out loud
let the world know the weight of an uncertain life

khaylila they called

By. Julius Sitanggang 

Diatribe And Insults Became Prayer

diatribe which advocates against
but I still persist
wheels let the world make a turnaround
which gives a life storyline

life is like the unjust judge
indicted but definite unprovoked
many faint eyes closed to the truth
and considers it a reality that justifies

do not give up man! still much that must be passed
let it be with our noise
show the world that everything they say is wrong
all certainly beautiful in its time.

eyes gouged better than having to became the same
alienated better than having to melt into their
struggling ...
fighting ..
let day after day is the reason we are different from them
and show that the world is able to accept the reasons we

although a bit of hope that we can
not became something that is impossible for us to prove
success will come and approach
success will became our friends in the future
success will change our view of the world

let the diatribe and insults became prayer for us

By. Julius Sitanggang 

success in one's life that determines not others, but yourself who do struggle and the process of immunization cover. let every humiliation that comes and always mess up our lives turned into a prayer for our success.

success requires real sacrifice, no sacrifice no success. days until the point when it comes to the success of the entire world will realize that the wheels are spinning and people are not always at the top and vice versa.

LOVE is more than just words

thank you for the love
like the moon shining in the liver
a new leaf
piece of paper that I would row with a colorful life
providing unmatched spirit

thank you for the love
polished like a rainbow adorning the lake
provide brightness after cloudy
as the poet sang posts
Similarly hinted love my heart

oh my moon .. oh my star .. let this pulse
give a tone of love
see I began to feel a deep longing
do not want to break it though just one second

let people say what
but love does not require negotiations
let people say what
but love does not have the judgment
.........
welcomes minstrels of love

By.Julius Sitanggang

 love is not just words, love is greater than a regular chat, love gives a million meanings from all over the world. do not equate love with words.

could write a thousand words of love for you, but my actions would be useful for me to show to you.

Whimpering child .... Tough dad

Still stored in your eyes ten thousand events
Bumps and waves sculpted on forehead
....
Dad, I miss the quiet silence
ours to harvest rice
But the longing to stay just longing
Your son is now a lot of the burden

You have to understand black
and the red road
Wrinkled cheek bone
picture of the struggle

Who had muscular shoulders,
jet sunburned
now thin and stooped

You look old and tired,
sweating profusely
nnamun you remain steadfast

Although sometimes gasping breath
growing burden laden
you stay afloat

But the spirit never fade
though sometimes shaky step
You remain faithful

By.Julius Sitanggang

Your son now bear the burden of suffering, when you leave me for good. This longing will always stay there .. Dad ..

why should not you leave me fast, when I really need a father figure, you are not present in my life. I say should the Lord is not fair.
Or do I really have to get through this so I get something worthwhile in my life.

Street Musicians

Our only street musicians
are struggling to find a role
hoping recognized and sympathy
hey fella this guitar mate

not our property search
not popular we are heading
is a work of street musicians
the struggle for identity

heat, cold, rain and drought
we still stand to introduce scratches poem song
joint tempt fate of the guitar
do not tell us slackers
but tell us avenger a formal song

step by day
parse the meaning of the meaning of life does not always go smoothly
Our persistent beyond what is visible
Our spirit never buried

hey man! Our street musicians

please view our eye
but do not view our artwork with one eye

hey man! without music life we do not mean

By.Julius Sitanggang 

 street musicians is not a despicable thing to do, there are street musicians because luck has not sided with him. all have the same skills they are already popular.

do eye view of street musicians, because who knows they are more spirited music more than those already known.

Life After Death

nobody knows when breathing stops blowing
no one knows when it leaves the body
devotion to which power of the piece
is a form of reward where life begins

which abandoned can only be sad
that leaves just shut up and wait
where there is life
there were no deaths
inevitably must all be prepared
prepare replacement
prepare departure

body ready to hug the ground
just leave all names
and the memory of the past as garnish

nothing lasts forever
nothing lasts forever
all are false
and all must perish

By. Julius Sitanggang

eternal life is a life after death, where all will be fun forever or even vice versa. all have their share. life is not a thing to be feared, but something to be lived as it should.

life after death is never anyone know why there should be and feared.

Failure Of Love

Repeatedly you hurt
You repeatedly betrayed
Try to understand this pain
My heart has not been for injuries

I admit it was really heavy
Leave the existing
But I have to do
Because I know this is the best

I had to leave you
Which has ruined me
The pain, the pain, oh the pain

I had to leave you
Which has ruined me
more love
You should be aware that
Not him, not him, but I

Is it bad
I had to give up
my love is greater than hate me
Enough that I feel
... enough that I feel

By. Julius Sitanggang

looking for life partner just like looking for a needle in a haystack, very, very difficult to be a dilemma in life let alone be a failure of love.

destroyed when all the world as if it became a love failure. life feels empty and almost stopped in the course of life.

should the have to have the word "love failure" in the dictionary in a relationship?

I Never Willing

I admit I'm jealous
Every time I hear his name you call
But I could never
Doing what I should do
Because it is you're not mine

I admit I miss you
Although it turns out you never miss
But I could never
Doing what I should want
Because it is you're not mine

I tried his best
Remain faithful keeping everything
For the love that never ends

Honesty heart that I could not possibly deny
My desire for you to know the contents of my heart
For the love that never ends

By. Julius Sitanggang

lie seemed to be the best partner in life, making a false promises and make as if it will happen.

lie became a weapon to deceive the most impactful partner, the beautiful words into a chimera sipendengar and ends with sadness

Nuance Morning

cool your morning bring peace
accompanied by hot tea, looking at the mountain semeru
Thick fog still blanketed expanse of foliage
signifies the beauty of the universe
let me give you a greeting for this morning
hey look the canaries showered this morning with his whistling
frolic like a utter beautiful morning

clean, beautiful, so stunning panoramic morning
there no uproar here
I closed my eyes for a moment
while enjoying the feel of the morning
terbelai spoiled when I started to move my legs
forward and stretched out my hand

meaningless if nature did not give each other
meaningless if the morning without the sun welcome
harmonious and romantic
so they say

I closed this morning to enjoy the pleasure of droplets
end of warm tea in my grasp
nuances morning

By. Julius Sitanggang 

  
 atmosphere that morning had long felt is back, thank you universe, you still give your beauty this morning and I feel very calm and peaceful.

want it to disappear from the busy life and move on to a world without bustle. where all live naturally and without the stress that hit.

Father........

in the silence of my heart longs
to meet and share stories
but longing to stay just longing
son now only bear the burden
I call your name in the liver
remember the days that you always meneguhkanku
I hope someday to be a real man
but longing to stay just longing
if God allowed me to meet
although it was short lived
I want to make you feel proud of me
I want to be like you dad
I'm proud to be your son's father
I hope you are up there watching me
smiled as I waved my hand toward you
Father ...
however, only a longing desire

By.Julius Sitanggang

thank you father has taught me about the meaning of life and you are always the best in my life. although this time you are gone, but your soul is always there in my heart.

Forgive me father for I still have not been able to show my success when my father was still beside me. but all that I have done I have done for you and thank you for the wisdom you have given me.

Unrequited Love

easy to say love
difficult to accept the fact
if you know this love
no ordinary love
but for what
you have to go with love false
so naive of me
believe in love like this
when you realize
I could not
I really could not
live without your love
I already love you too dependent
I knelt expect should the love back
what was my fault until you make like this
what is this what you want
if this is just a game of love
playing with a feeling
better slap me and stick my chest once
so I can hate you forever

By. Julius Sitanggang 

 unrequited love, everything is done for you to understand that I love you, I love you and I crave you. but what happened you did not expect me in your heart.

maybe this is the fate that must be taken, without you by my side would not make my life suffer forever, but wound up going to love this dressing with a sense of stupidity I have loved the wrong person.

I love Iraq and Jewish

I fought this ground
This ground I survived
find things I hate
bleeding from the human body
fired a bullet to achieve greatness
What I did was wrong
face camouflage
dress studded with symbols
I hate myself sometimes
why should there be bloodshed
I had to shed blood to them
who have children
I have to eliminate their lives to
who have a loved one
sad
is there any other way
is there anything that could make a peace
if God willed
I will finish this request
cry sounded everywhere
scream .. that God will hear you scream
the pain of the oppressed
and time to remove life

By.Julius Sitanggang 

  
true of bloodshed could get the glory? true that the kills can get a win? is there no peace in this world?

a question that always dwell in the human mind. Dilemma, and all should be resolved by peaceful means without having to take up arms and with a calm mind.

i love iraq and jewish

reversed dimension of love

the veil of a dream I walked
against the tide .. established themselves
dispels any noise that never stops
get coolness .. palliative
wandered through the dimensions and
let this fragile heart
I'm willing to
let this madness culminated in the crown of my head
it feels like getting heaven
who never touched human
let
let this happen
I like this ..
do not let me wake up from this dimension
so I never knew that you were not here
strange
tear out but smiling lips
strange
shaking hands but inaudible pulse
let it dissolve all along my life
forget you are the most beautiful thing
oh this makes me uncomfortable dimension
dispels upset
remove sadness

By.Julius Sitanggang


 someone who is experiencing frustration in his life, though it is difficult to escape the difficult life. depression became friends life and suffering is a true friend.

mad is the one-one of his wonderful life without having to think of something that he must live. Please stop here suffering and welcome to another world where life can be at peace.

Imaginary But Real !

away and back
back but did not go
then go back
back when gone
hey so complicated
black and white
white but not black
black and white head
black and white when
shake this feeling again
rulers suddenly wetting
and the moon appeared in hue
the ground began to tremble
sky began to split
where the ruler was
above and below
below but not above
above and below
below when the above
laugh as loud as possible
cry to be heard clearly
let them know
that the wall could not withstand the shaking
break the back
get back up
fuel return
Quench back

By. Julius Sitanggang

there is his name in the world of the wheel of life, where sometimes one is above and sometimes under. All must be endured.

 arrogance of the man is not going to last long, poverty is also one will not last long, all have a turning point where every person will experience oppressed or oppressive. life is a thing that is unique and can not be changed as it should.

Speck Of Remorse

My old love, when we are together
share a taste for good
My old love, when we are together
share a sense of all ages
until the time I had seen
betrayal in love
I love the treacherous
I fell and could not rise again
I'm drowning in a sea of ​​deep wounds
I'm lost and do not know the direction their way home
I'm without you dust grains
step aside
pull over .. away all that happened between us
thank you for your betrayal
obviously you're not getting the best
and the more clearly you more I love and have to go
go ..
and do not come back
to love banded and diminish the sense of
goodbye to you ..
goodbye my love

By. Julius Sitanggang

a relationship that was so long ago and should end with a break up is a heartbreaking thing, what 4 years of dating but not all end up with unnatural and quarrels.

 if he is not a match then all must be passed, but if he does then my mate had to go back and uniting all the feeling back without a hint of resentment and regret.

The Passionate Longing

difficult to utter
goodbye again
maybe because I'm right back
although hate when we're apart
thou art only a dream
I guess in my heart there is doubt in your heart
jenuhku still exist in the hearts of
my love to you
maybe we have long kept to themselves
now it's time to stop hate each other
I want you dreaming of me too
as I'm sure this time
You also feel remorse in your heart
let all be memorable
and open a new chapter for us
open desire in the soul
give meaning unexpected
abide in my heart
until the soul untouched breath

By.Julius Sitanggang

any hatred certainly no remorse and all couples must have felt it, but behind it all there is always hope for reconciliation and get along again as the first time undergo a relationship.

never too late when I have to look inward and understand each other and understand. It is the capital of loyalty to each pair. Stop blaming each other and open up to each other.

My flag is the lifeblood and self esteem

The uniform gives strength
badge strengthen mental life
meaning of life becomes meaningful when you are on the field
wound and blood was used
bullet into a breakfast
is there I sinned
flag fluttering in the wind
Burning the midnight hoping to return
if I put my corpse should be here
according to plan then there thy
I fear not the pain
I think not suffering
but love for my country
is everything to me
let the bullets to witness
and blood was the friend
the sacrifice for the country
and let my name beautifully written

when I met my companion
and be the happiest moment of my time to hold the flag
life and struggles
a story that takes place
tell my story
convey the greatness of my
tell my story

By.Julius Sitanggang

take a look at the guts of the soldier. behold a soldier persistence. forward undaunted, even though the blood must terkucur. a thing that is so hated, but must be realized for the nation and the state.

 the state and the country that she departure is the responsibility of a soldier from enemy attacks, and it became a "breakfast" that he must have entailed.

I'm Here

You're so tired my tired too
I definitely happy you happy
Share our destiny always
Unless you fall in love with each
This time almost exhausted my powers
Prove to you there is a real love
Faithfully attend every day
Could not bear to leave you alone
Although you often even fun alone
Because sometimes you do not see the angel
Wingless, not brilliant, not handsome
But this love you please shootout
Angels also know who the champion
Empty your girlfriend will not disappear overnight by dreams
But the opportunities that may not be perfect for me
But be ready to be testedI believe that true self love
You always ask me constantly accompany
You always joke if my face is replaced
Let go my own away because he can not

By.Julius Sitanggang

 above poem is a love poem, convincing the couple to continue to believe that he was the best for the future, giving a greeting of love that never runs out.

given a hope in the sincerity of love and believe that all can be passed without a quarrel and peace will become a thing he accountable in relation

I Come

a thousand years for you
one day for Me
runs to get him
scream as loud as possible
cry like a child
let this story become real for me
life after death
became a reality early
silencing passion for
buried
I am that I am
giving breath
I am that I am
owner breath
...
stood staring at Rays
and sparkling luster
not able to lift my face
prostrate because of arrogance
..
and let it be part
for all that I have done

By. Julius Sitanggang 

there are born and some are dying. all naturally occurring and whether you are ready to experience it? all have a role in life and all have a just retribution for what was done during his lifetime.

world time different from the time in the afterlife, over time it should all be ready replaced and replaceable. All that is in this world nothing lasts forever.

No Title

piece of paper looks at the old table
visible stroke of a pen on paper forms
I approached slowly and paused for a moment
old paper
goose bumps rippled uncontrollably
moment when I read the contents stroke of a pen
......
the end of history scratches soldier
not as strong
not as dashing
but by the nation's land
Blood is not a barrier
but the love of independence to feel courage
to my beloved mother
forgive me for not been able to give the best
but at least I did not desecrate my flag
....
stroke of a pen and blood
is the silent witness
bullet is history
courage is a speck of independence
let my name written beautifully
and the eyes of the younger generation into the spotlight

old paper

By. Julius Sitanggang

warriors created to protect the country in addition to the soldiers was created to die. an award that we must uphold.

without them the country would experience the occupation, without them no one awake. uniform is a sign of patriotism, the rank is a sign of courage and maintenance of weapons is a sign of a soldier to defend.

Rose Petals

as fragile as rose petal
called storm
closed slowly
when I'm with you
and appointments are etched
finally kumenemukanmu
when I embrace the time
maybe I found you
do not ever stop

I have until the end of time
if you be my wife later
understand when I cry
if you be my wife later
never ceases to have my
until the end of time ..
roses in the shape of the universe
crowned with dew in the morning sun
when I'm with you
and it means bloom

By.Julius Sitanggang 

 

the hope of a spouse is loyal to the death and Resurrection only can separate himself. This loyalty requires a perngorbanan and able to understand each other, have each other and share the advantages and disadvantages.

not an easy thing to go through, but if it is mutually understood that all can be traversed. not a matter that can unite, but the wisdom of one who is able to sustain a partner

Theatrical Life

The world is a stage play
The story is easy to change
Mahabharata story or tragedy of Greece
Each of us can be a role
Should we play
There is no natural role of pretend role
Why do we pretend
Why do we pretend

Roles that make us out loud hilarious
The role of sex makes people intoxicated
The world is full of role
This world is like a bridge of life

Why do we pretend
Why do we pretend

The world is full of role
This world is like a bridge of life

Why do we pretend

By.Julius Sitanggang

there are many roles in this world, there are evil role, there is a good role and many other roles which is the benchmark for live and hide from the world.

 why so many people are covered himself by being someone else? why not show him the original as he is her. be yourself life is a gift from the Almighty that we ought to live in the life of this world.

Always

is there an unlimited time
for me .. feel happy
when I'm happy
far as I flew over there
always with you
my love forever
always with you
my love .. together ..
you're the sun
in my life
you're my moonlight eve
I'll present you pobud wait
pobud your love I'll miss
always with you ..
my love forever
always with you
with my loveknow whether you .. I am not able to live when you're far away from me
I want your arms ..
always
oh god this just set my love for him
always ............

By.Julius Sitanggang

romance love lasts, so reap the poet of love that can never stop writing it on a piece of scratch paper.

many are "blinded" by love and only a few are aware of it. But behind it all is the fact that there is no doubt of the "feeling", as if the world belongs to them both.

the beauty of love to give expression without stopping.