The Real You

Not by the swordsman slain on a stage

Or poetic lexis that cover this page

can explain it 

My endless search for words cannot reveal perfect perception,

the authentic vision

The Real You sifts in the whispering grass of Eden- Never to be found

Words may tear the shadow, they will hide the fine embers of a smile

I try and try to tell you of my authentic being with my lips 

just to realize 

The Real You cannot be bound to words 

words are just an illusive truth that filters the soul

Then why do we use someone elses canvas 

I extend beyond the words of page

lense of a photo 

the name i was ordained