The worlds I paint leave a lot to engage the imagination by hinting at what lies beyond the four edges of the painting. I think getting beyond the four edges of an opportunity or challenge is one of the basic skills you need in business.
quote by Thomas Kinkade
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Paint Dimensionality Soul In Oils
if I painted pictures
I would draw you in charcoal
wash away drama tears in watercolours
paint dimensionality of durability soul in oils
span a universe of senses touch emotions thoughts
if I painted pictures
I would paint dream images
I would paint visions of inner mind's eye
I would paint life in veils swirling kaleidoscopic moods
I would paint canvasses imprinting fabric expanding universes
but I travel eons far
load canvasses are too heavy
I walk journey through many phase worlds
seasons landscapes in many climates beckon bled feet
I paint mind songs in words life haunting edges spaces
swallow flame words into soul at own risk
I paint distances between seen unseen at world's edges
I paint portraits above beneath mask as multi veils
I paint shift faces figures skin deeds intended done deeds
I paint poetry life in shifting kaleidoscopic images souls
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Edges/Rubovi
sometimes you think the edges are
the edges of a flight
sometimes you think the edges are
the edges of a fall
but you cannot know that
unless you take off
ponekad mislis da rubovi su
rubovi leta
ponekad mislis da rubovi su
rubovi pada
ali ne mozes znati
ako se ne otisnes
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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My sister-in-law is a painter, and I'll say, how long did it take you to paint that painting. She'll say, It took me maybe three days, but it took me all my life to get the skills to paint that painting.
quote by Anthony Doerr
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Rough Around The Edges
Chorus:
I'm a little rough around the edges
I didn't come out of no GQ magazine
I don't use a lot of big words
But I'm bent on love if you know what I mean.
I ain't in'trested in bein' politically correct
I stand right up and say what I believe
I'm a little rough around the edges,
But I think I'm exactly what you need.
As you can see I ain't all spit and polish
And every hair on my head ain't in its place
I ain't got no big degree from college
And I guess to tell the truth I need a shave.
Chorus:
I'm a little rough around the edges
I didn't come out of no GQ magazine
I don't use a lot of big words
But I'm bent on love if you know what I mean.
Whoa!
Well, you may think I'm just a KC plowboy
Well, just give me a chance to strut my stuff
I don't shine like some pin-up poster cowboy
But neither does a diamond when you pick it up.
Chorus:
I'm a little rough around the edges
I didn't come out of no GQ magazine
I don't use a lot of big words
But I'm bent on love if you know what I mean.
I'm a little rough around the edges,
But I think I'm exactly what you need.
Yeah, Yeah!, Whoa!...
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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We're always attracted to the edges of what we are, out by the edges where it's a little raw and nervy.
quote by E.L. Doctorow
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Climates Beckon Feet
but I travel eons far
load canvasses are too heavy
I walk journey through many phase worlds
seasons landscapes in many climates beckon bled feet
I paint mind songs in words life haunting edges spaces
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Swallow Flame Words
swallow flame words into soul at own risk
I paint distances between seen unseen at world's edges
I paint portraits above beneath mask as multi veils
I paint shift faces figures skin deeds intended done deeds
I paint poetry life in shifting kaleidoscopic images souls
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sides, Edges and Vertices Edited
Sides form the faces that we see
They make shapes in 2D
Edges are where two sides meet
To walk on them would hurt your feet
Vertices, three plus edges joint
Come together as a point
To count them in exam's quite a trick
Even with a 3D pic
Not everyone can visualise
And to learn the rules you must revise!
poem by Stevie Taite
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Mixin The Colors
All across the continents
Everywhere a soul is sent
A new mix of the races is takln
Its what hitler didn t like
And it makes a pretty sight
Just look at what you see on your mtv
Out on the edges they re mixin the colors
Some they don t like it but me I don t mind
In every city they re mixing the colors
Different shades for the whole countryside
If you leave the hate alone tonight
Musics gonna get you home tonight
If you leave the hate alone tonight
Musics gonna get you home tonight
Mixin, they re mixin
On the edges of the line
Theres a different kind of kind
No one seems to claim for
The race war games
cause you don t have to choose sides
It just crucifies your mind
Theres a hundred million ways
To live your life for yourself
Out on the edges they re mixin the colors
Some they don t like it but me I don t mind
In every city they re mixin the colors
Different shades for the whole countryside
I like the kids with the ways of their own
If you leave the hate alone tonight
Musics gonna get you home tonight
If you leave the hate alone tonight
Musics gonna get you home tonight
Mixin the colors
Now a language that sounds new
Comes a-driftin next to you
And the music that you hear ls changin too
Cuz they re mixin the colors
Baby the colors
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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I think the best pictures are often on the edges of any situation, I don't find photographing the situation nearly as interesting as photographing the edges.
quote by William Albert Allard
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The fundamental idea of these pylons, or great archways, is based on a method of construction peculiar to me, of which the principle consists in giving to the edges of the pyramid a curve of such a nature that this pyramid shall be capable of resisting the force of the wind without necessitating the junction of the edges by diagonals as is usually done.
quote by Gustave Eiffel
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Glass Rose
a glass rose
with broken edges,
sits alone on the table
in an empty room...
sunlight stolen
from crusted shades,
glints on the petals;
the raw edges shimmer,
almost to touch!
gathering dust,
frozen by time....
a glass rose....
almost to touch!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Womans Touch
(toby keith/wayne perry)
Lately Ive been lookin through the windows of my soul
And I can see theres not much left to hold
Just an empty space surrounded by the pieces of
A badly broken heart thats forgotten how to love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
A tender hand to fix it up
Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
When I look in the mirror, the only thing I see
Are traces of the man I used to be
Late at night I hear it, it cannot be denied
A lonely voice is crying out from somewhere deep inside
What my heart needs is a womans touch
A tender hand to fix it up
Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
What my heart needs is a womans touch
A tender hand to fix it up
Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
Yeah, its rough and ragged edges
Sure could sure some love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
What my poor heart needs is a womans touch
A womans touch
song performed by by Toby Keith
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A Painter In You!
who has painted your picture in my thoughts,
without a brush, the paints and the pallet,
not even sketched using a pencil and a knife,
the picture is perfect with the colors mixed,
your smiling is great with a thin line at the edges,
your eyes are wide open, sprinkling the cheerful messages,
every time the happy visuals of you pop out in the mind,
I couldn't have drawn such a beautiful portrait,
of you in my heart, who has done this painting?
You are the one who posed and painted on your own,
you are a great painter who can paint your pictures,
on everyone's heart whom you know, love and respect.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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I want to be, if I can, as sure of the world --the real world-- around me as is possible. Now, you can only attain that to a certain degree, but I want the greatest degree of control. I've never involved myself in narcotics of any kind, I don't smoke, and I don't drink because that can easily just fuzz the edges of my rationality--fuzz the edges of my reasoning powers--and I want to be as aware as I possibly can. That means giving up a lot of fantasies that might be comforting in some ways, but I'm willing to give that up in order to live in an actually real world, or as close as I can get to it.
quote by James Randi
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Crazy Dream
we tip toe around the edges,
as we orbit and tilt.
we watch the planet wobble,
like a tossed coin thrown into
this well.
its a crazy dream, and its
bruised and bumped.
its a crazy dream, and its
making me ill.
we tip toe around the edges,
only to fall asleep, its the end
we are concernd with, not the
beginning or the middle.
and its a crazy dream, and its
bruised and bumbed, its a crazy
dream, and its making me ill.
poem by David Gerardino
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When Imagination Imagines
When Imagination imagines –
Her frame she drapes in red.
Fine white pearls her neck circle
Like a ring – it's said.
Walks she then down Childhood's street –
Proceeding in high heels.
Crispy leaves the edges line
Like a rope – that reels.
Imagination – Childhood meets –
Beneath the tree of Destiny.
Ponder they – their secret bond –
Why existent it must be.
Arrive – they do – at Age's grave-
Lit by Freedom's moon.
Fireflies to them sing –
The autumn breeze joins soon.
Heart Rain pours
Know to be the bad me hence
Single word doesn't make a change
I'm in the wrapping vines
I'm in the moving edges
Ungrateful spoken irony there is
Unlawful hidden honesty sometimes
Rather hurt in feeling than seeing
Because a nice mask isn't a nice painting
poem by Vidi Pudinkz
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Tattoo
The light is like a spider.
It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your eyelids
And spreads its webs there--
Its two webs.
The webs of your eyes
Are fastened
To the flesh and bones of you
As to rafters or grass.
There are filaments of your eyes
On the surface of the water
And in the edges of the snow.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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The Tree Cutters
Roadside tress falling to the bottom of the sea,
orange moonmen with profiles of edges and plastic
buzz like angry bees, so I crouch in
the middle of the earth, lost to green
under the forest, under moss, behind roots
but having small stones thrown into my eyes
am unable to look upwards
standing ashamed in my fern grave as
trucks rumble past, even a massacre of pigs
would leave them unconcerned, runed,
coloured with the names of strange places,
edges of towns alongside sand and gravel
and the radio in my car lights green,
fighting to regain sanity, helpless,
all meaning filtering down to a pulse,
reason is sick this morning, a lost voice.
poem by Leslie Philibert
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