Philip Geoffrey Lock


Carnival Of Counterfeits - Poem by Philip Geoffrey Lock

And so I lift up my eyes
From this carnival of counterfeits
A thousand fake-replica weapons
That break with use
Ten thousand disease-riddled pleasures
That lead to the grave

I lift up my eyes
From this carnival of counterfeits
The do-it-yourself, cheap-veneered
Fake gold-plated, red neon-lit
'Reality' that promises
Quicker, easier, cheaper, safer

I lift up my eyes
From this carnival of counterfeits
From this cardboard cut-out
Hollow-centred, superficial circus
That fills my outward senses
To delay, distract, deceive, destroy

I lift up my eyes
And see love
Love more real than any I've known
More powerful than all combined
Stretching beyond eternity
Stronger than death

I lift up my eyes
And find this love has lifted me
That this love has set me free
That no more am I fatherless
No more is there fear

I lift up my eyes
From this carnival of counterfeits
And find a love so incredibly real
And that I am now real too

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 22, 2012



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