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