Showing posts with label poetry of life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry of life. Show all posts

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 

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
 

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 did
whether 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 

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

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 


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



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.

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 

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

nobody knows when breathing stops blowing no one knows when it leaves the body devotion to which power of the piece

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.

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


away and back back but did not go then go back back when gone hey so complicated

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.

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

Should we play There is no natural role of pretend role Why do we pretend Why do we pretend

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.

letter to heaven

when the eye should be confronted
to black and white
to laughter and tears
to hate and longing
so hard to see the reality
haven of peace
Heaven is full of joy
Heaven is full of warmth
where your justice
I sent a letter to heaven
I complained to my devote all thy
You may not cover the ears
You may not silent
writing it was the cry of human
The writing is the human pain
so dismiss the stretch of the word alive
letter to heaven
although unrequited.

By.Julius Sitanggang
when the eye should be confronted  to black and white  to laughter and tears  to hate and longing  so hard to see the reality


how can I say that I want to meet God?
This seems ridiculous. but only these letters was that I could send for thy Lord. There are no secrets between us, I give you all the ins and outs of my life and my affliction, and I hope you take this letter and write back soon with your little act of miracle for the world.

seems silly but excited.

corner of the old town

Old wall
I see little buddy silent corner
see hung up on me
eyes that seem to give articulate 1,000 words
eyes full of pain in life
eyes full of sorrow were not buried
lying limp and weak
but ignored by man.
Wherever your dad died
Your mother does not know where
life is so bitter fate.
little friend
still lament the man lying next to you.
dibenakmu whatever.
but show your body language
Your little friends do not understand.
...
in the corner of the old town
still stored grief ..


By.Julius Sitanggang 
Old wall I see little buddy silent corner see hung up on me eyes that seem to give articulate 1,000 words eyes full of pain in life eyes full of sorrow were not buried





about poetry corner of the old town:

This poem was inspired when I saw a figure just so tough with his life, someone who would never give up on what is happening in his life. He's just a corner of the city street beggar who still expect compassion from a man who wanted to give him a meal. Yes .. they are just the fringe that can only live with lifted hands on others whose economy is better. sometimes always terbesit to myself "why God is so powerful to see this"

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