Hell is paved with good intentions, and roofed with lost opportunities.
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Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions; it's walled and roofed with them. Yes, and furnished too.
quote by Aldous Huxley
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The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Even the highway leading to Hell is paved with good intentions.
It has been more wittily than charitably said that hell is paved with good intentions; they have their place in heaven also.
quote by Robert Southey
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The Senate is a place filled with goodwill and good intentions, and if the road to hell is paved with them, then it's a pretty good detour.
quote by Hubert H. Humphrey
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Good Intentions
Mama always prayed that Id be a better man than daddy
And I determined not to let her down
Deserted by the man she loved and left to raise four children
We were the local gossip of the town.
I promised her that Id live right and not be like the others
But I wound up in jail on chrismas day
I told her Id be home and not to worry bout my brothers
When I got home my mom had passed away
(chorus)
And I hear tell the road to hell is paved with good intentions
And mama my intentions were the best
Theres lotsa things in my life I just as soon not mention
Looks like Ive turned out like all the rest
But mama my intentions were the best
A little boy with big blue eyes a-beggin to go fishing
I promised him but never took the time
Now they wont let me see him and I sit here a-wishing
Wishin I could hold him one more time
(repeat chorus)
But mama my intentions were the best
song performed by by Randy Travis
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The road to ruin is paved with good intentions.
Can’t Feel Your Heartbeat, But I Can Feel Your Breaths
Hell fire and high heels –
Blue pills and backseats,
Needle points with track meet hearts,
Death rattles, and blood baths, amongst the dead heat.
Now I dance in the moon light,
Gold and good intentions pave my streets.
These words lost in notions of wrong and right,
A sad, sad day when Angels and Demons meet.
She is mental atrophy, emotional paralysis –
Love's sweet and unyielding cancer,
She is pandemonium at its worst, carnage at its best,
This woman is the devils dancer.
Now I dance in the moon light,
Gold and good intentions pave my streets.
These words lost in notions of wrong and right,
A sad, sad day when Angels and Demons meet.
I breathe her.
I need her!
I lust for her lies!
I thirst for her ways.
I crave her legs!
I'm fed by her sinful eyes!
I drink her dire secrets.
I'm nourished by her flaws!
Lost in the walls of her deceit.
It's sad, so sad when the demons creep.
Now I dance in the moon light,
Gold and good intentions pave my streets.
These words lost in notions of wrong and right,
A sad, sad day when Angels and Demons meet.
She is the catalyst of my demise –
The architect of my wayward prayers,
Jezebel seducing Samson,
The owner of all my lustful stares.
Now I dance in the moon light,
Gold and good intentions pave my streets.
These words lost in notions of wrong and right,
A sad, sad day when Angels and Demons meet.
poem by Caleb Crow
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Men never moan over the opportunities lost to do good, only the opportunities to be bad.
The Road To Hell
It’s not that I didn’t love you.
I only knew how to love my way.
My needs, my dreams, my expectations.
The result was my disappointment and my big mess.
If I told you I was wrong and you were right all these years.
Would it make any difference to you?
When the shoe is on the other foot.
You get blisters and blisters hurt.
You can always walk in my footsteps.
I hope you don’t fall where I fell.
Same path, same pitfalls.
I hope your sight is better than mine was.
A painless path to journey down.
It is easy to not see the damage when you are blind to others.
The road before me was a mirror.
My reflection was all I saw.
A lot of back tracking.
To get where I am now.
The journey back was painful.
As I walk past all the destruction I left in my wake.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Intentions are the sole property of it’s holder.
The best of intentions, the greatest of expectations.
Disappointment always disappoints in the end.
When I sought what I didn’t have.
When I sought what I thought I wanted.
I lost sight of what I had.
A thief will steal your jewels when you aren’t watching.
It’s not what you don’t have, you need to protect.
Because you don’t have it and you may never.
There are no guarantees in life.
Rather than being satisfied, we risk it all though.
Was it worth the risk to me?
What was the pay off?
What did I lose?
The stakes were higher than the payoff.
The payoff was regret, shame and loss.
That is what I walked away with.
If life was a game, I’d be a winner.
But life is not, so I lost.
Selfish love takes everything it can get.
When it walks from the table broke and broken, it is bitter.
Selfless love gives all it can give.
When it walks from the table broke and broken, it is just happy it played.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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“food Of The Gods”
McKenna said; “They are the food of the gods”
“Has been so for 10,000 years, more or less
Consumed by shamans and a few demigods,
‘Til Laws made psilocybin illegal to possess”
It’s hard to profit from things we need not buy
For shrooms can be found growing in the wild
Alas, Feds cannot tax what grows in a cow pie!
For such a foul beginning...
It’s a wonder these unlikely fungi aren’t reviled
Some day, if you should stumble upon shrooms
Remember;
“The road to hell is paved with good intentions”
A “Good trip” can never be assumed,
You could fall short of unrealistic expectations
Mother Earth in her wisdom saw it fit,
To propagate her treasure in a plop of shit
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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I Cant Dance To That
Now theres no storyline
Just a real good time
And I dont want to seem to be mistaken
But theres a tale to tell
On this road to hell
Its in between the lines the case Im making
Oh, lord, look my way
Save me from these crazy things I see
I dont know whats going on round here these days
But I cant dance to that
Oh, I cant dance to that
So let me dance to this
cos I cant dance to that
If youll excuse me please
You see I got to go
And take myself before Im past redemption
A voice is calling out
As if I didnt know
This wretched road is paved with good intentions
All the way
Down this judas track
I know it so well
And I aint going back
I dont know what happened to the good time songs
But I cant dance to that
Oh, I cant dance to that
So let me dance to this
cos I cant dance to that
Tell me what you know
Take away these chains
What stood in front of me it looks so pretty
But I cant dance to a cold machine
Oh, lord, and every drummer you know just what I mean
Oh, I cant dance to that
So let me dance to this
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Accomplice Of Evil
Can good accomplice evil, help assist it on its way?
The path to hell is paved with good intentions, so they say,
Yet when I think of real people struggling to survive
The selfish taking for themselves while others share and give,
I cannot think that she who loves and helps another's need
In some way unintended helps black evil to succeed.
Yet others claim for wickedness to triumph in this world
All goodness has to do is keep its banner indoors, furled.
They have a point perhaps, although 'accomplice' seems too strong
To say the weak and frightened help their murderers along
But thinking further on it, I conclude that this is true:
Evil's triumph needs no further help from them or me or you
It operates by greed and need and always in the dark;
The truth is, sadly, evil needs no help to do its work
poem by Michael Egan
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Hell is paved with good Samaritans.
quote by William M. Holden
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Hell is paved with good samaritans.
quote by William M. Holden
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Say Something
Have you ever gotten tired of hearing,
From those who say...
'I have good intentions.'
As if that statement is up for debate.
If anyone had good intentions,
Wouldn't you think,
Those intentions clearly...
Would be done and not mentioned?
It's like someone who has an expectation.
And the rising of excitement,
That teases with anticipation.
A frustration enters,
When disappointment arrives.
And here it is...
Excuses and lies!
Have you ever gotten tired of hearing,
From those who say...
'I have good intentions.'
As if that statement is up for debate.
And you are left sitting to wonder,
Between hesitation and comments to make.
But your lips remain sealed.
However...
Your eyes are not connected,
To an expected acceptance of your patience.
'You look as if you can kill me!
Say something.
I meant to call you.
You know that.
Say something.
Say 'something'...
Anything! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Promises Made Never Discharged
good intentions
promises
made but never paid
still outstanding today
good intentions
meant
for tomorrow do not
count today no way
good intentions
promises
made but never kept
haunt betrayals felt
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Life is short and if you're looking for extension, you had best do well. 'Cause there's good deeds and then there's good intentions. They are as far apart as Heaven and Hell.
quote by Ben Harper
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