A Two-Faced Heaven

I’m slowly getting back to blogging after an awesome weekend at the Tamassa hotel, and I’m soon getting back to visiting your blogs. 🙂

Meanwhile, here’s a poem of mine that I wrote not too long ago, which basically on the idea that perfection doesn’t exist, not even in Heaven.


A Two-Faced Heaven


The doors to Heaven open to a white light

Blinding; angels of perfection

Pouring a liquor of bliss and bright

Pride into our hearts and soul.

Some great expectation

And excellence is believed to be in our control.


Eternity passes.

We perceive nothing but love,

When in fact exist trespasses.

The veil slips,

Chases off the dove.

Life in Heaven has merely faced an eclipse.


Angels are deadly,

As dangerous as the fires of Hell,

As precious as words of secrecy.

Once discovered, happiness is lost.

All is said to be ephemeral;

Light vanished, turning into frost.


The doors to Heaven are locked.

We’re trapped and can do nothing.

Really? Hope has only been frocked.

Behind the clouds surely lies a way

Back to Earth, as there is no such thing

As Heaven, unless unknown and miles away.

D. Judy


Nothing and no one should be judged by their appearance. We may never know what lies behind these walls/clothes…

Indeed, nothing and no one is perfect.

An Evil Nymph.

22 thoughts on “A Two-Faced Heaven

  1. Beautiful writing! So true, so true : )

    I hope you don’t mind if I reblog your link on my reblog page?

  2. Great poetry. Had me at the edge of my seat. Reminds me of the series Supernatural where some of the angels are crazy deadly. Hmm, what if heaven is like that? Crazy and scary right?

  3. Rather excellent. I especially adore how it leaves them wishing to return to their known imperfection, Earth, rather than continuing to wish for their ideal heaven that they were denied. Also, anything with not exactly ‘nice’ angels in it is always a plus in my book.

  4. In this world, perfection is an illusion. Regardless of all those who utter the contrary, this is the reality. Obviously mediocre fools will forever lust for perfection and seek it out. However, what meaning is there in perfection? None. Not a bit. …After perfection there exists nothing higher. Not even room for creation which means there is no room for wisdom or talent either. To me, perfection is despair…

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