Болховитин Александр Павлович Real Poetry

What does the song feel like? What do the words mean?
Is it raw emotion? Or is it just bullshit?
Is the text alive? Is it real?
Does it shake your body?

When words don’t hit your ear
When they strike right in your chest
That’s the test!
That’s your quest!

Real poetry!
Makes your blood rush high!
No blade in your hand, but you make them cry!
You hooked them with lines
Someone will heal inside!



Hold this charge
Words are your shrapnel — large
They’ll fly far
They’ll fly long
They’ll wait for the meaning
For the insight, the feeling
The knowledge, the score
Let the thought fly more
Clearing the space from the fake
For goodness sake

Let it touch the soul
Let it make people whole
It strikes a nerve, you know
They’ll ask me What’s the deal, though?




But truth comes through pain
Like salt eats into a stain
It’s temporary — step aside
Find another path, survive
Change yourself, change your crowd
Tears aren't for the proud
Just learn to love this world aloud

Help, give a sign
Don't wait, don't break, don't whine
Stumble, get up, and RUN!
Endure and run!
Fall in love! Feel the sun!
A man can't live alone — not one




Real poetry — blood to the brain!
Hook them with words — make them whole again!
Truth comes through pain, like salt in the wound
But it’s temporary We'll get through it soon


CHANGE YOURSELF!
CHANGE YOUR CREW!
Don't wait, don't break, don't bruise
Just stumble, get up, and RUN!

Endure and run!
Love and be won!

No one can live this life alone!