Tobach's Artwork!
With Terry Hershey Sabbath Moment.
Different Style's of Artwork & Terry Hershey Sabbath Moment
Here at Tobach's Art I reside in Colfax, Washington in the United States! I do lots of imaginative, creative artwork pieces, that entail: oil paintings, illustrative works, expressive artwork, and abstract paintings. Using a lot of visual artistry, visual color, and imagery to all of my creative artwork I do. I paint sunset paintings, mood paintings, colorful paintings, and also sometimes themed paintings. At Tobach's Art I use a lot of different types of styles of art: from some cubism, to impasto, to abstract, to illustrative, to landscape, to portrait paintings, to just plain personal expressionism on the canvas. I like to create colorful imagery as well as express myself on the canvas. My artwork is something I enjoy and have sold. You can get a hold of me at
An In-Between Place
We met long ago in an in between place. Not as adults but as children: Peter and Wendy, you and I! And here I am, as I cry, writing this poem…It was an in between place of love and hate: a safety place, where only children can meet and love each other safely. A secret place where they can hold hands, and dance with each other to music, and laugh, and cuddle, and one can say to the other quietly and gently, ever so softly “I love you”, with a whisper…A place where butterfly’s fly and dance in the sunlight… dancing in between the lights rays…That’s where we would meet you and I! We would have our moments, and we would meet there, and smile and laugh, and have tender kisses and, sometimes make love…You and I meeting in between the sunlight’s rays… Just you and me.
Empty ****
God...
this empty pit
of **** ****
I sit
in it
and wallow
extreme
an end
to an end
here do I spend
eternity
it seemed
this I say
for this I pay
with my soul
I hate I hate
then swallow
it whole!
This loneliness
I now see...
is not eternity
but more
a temporary thing
something that crawls
under my skin
while within
I search for serenity
I Couldn't See Her Face
I couldn't see her face.. after so many months...of being apart from each other.. I couldn't see her face, her hair how kinky and curly it got after wet, how beautifully blond it was, her eyes so blue that shone so brightly in any light, I couldn't see her face,... the memories of us sitting on the porch laughing, joking, playing phone games together. Her looking at me, me looking at her. The curves of her aging body...The wrinkles of her aging face...These things that i just could not get over or through or see through or accept really.... How soft her skin was right near her armpits and how I used to caress it before we'd make love. The fart jokes and the laughter...laughing so hard, tears streaming down my cheeks...I couldn't see her face until this morning when the memories came flooding back into my mind like a beautiful sunrise, a flood of pain and tears cascading down my cheeks. Like waterfalls, cleansing away what seemed like years of hurt between her and I...There are five stages of grief this lady told me the other day...It seems like there are a lot more than that...a lot more.
Enough
Enough oh God quench this enough within me! This enough... Like a dustbowl, tinder, tumbleweed, drifting by inside my soul as if it could light on fire. I wish it could, then I would be a light unto the world. But I am not. I am barely a spark of flame; a glimpse of light hidden behind a curtain hiding other things too. The light gives way to only that which wishes to reveal itself. Memories fade away in its presence. They come into fruition. Like pieces of a puzzle being put back together. When will it be enough I say? We are all pieces of a puzzle being put back together. Some more complex than others. Stop trying to put yourself back together! The pieces are better in the Makers hands.
Her game
Playing this game is so shallow with a depth I'm concerned with
a twelve year romance piercing my heart. playing God
Dying over and over, always a second chance, eternal,
forever, beautiful, suns-capes land effervescent upon my eyes, such beauty vibrant, pix-elated, a virtual reality within my reality
it only exists when I am not lost in her. I loose my self ever so deeply
she gently whispers in my ears soft lullaby's of returning daily to her arms strong embrace. I fight with dark fiery demons within my world competing for her attention with the others who lust for her praise. There is a never ending story within these pages..there's always another expansion to it all.
Lonleyness
Deep deep
down inside
I hide
feeling a pain
that only One
may know
but this does go
to show
how much I know
about what I am truly feeling.
My emotions obscure
nothing is pure
just yet I believe.
Can i have a restart
and take a part
in my own upbringing?
can I cry this away?
the tears that sway
the stinging in my heart?
No...
I got to wait
for it
...these emotions to sit
still enough
for me to feel
and let this heart
of mine heal
...from the past of memories ill
that haunt me while awake
for me to take
control of
and make
my life a mess...
Blue Curtains
My eyes weigh heavily upon me
my heart laden with sin
sunlight peaking
off the tip of a mountain
sleep remembers me
and follows my shadow
cascading long and elegant
across corners of the wall
a silhouette of slumber
follows me
A beckoning embrace
I fall into
my eyes weigh heavily upon me
and droop like dark blue curtains
covering my windows
as the sun ever so slowly
inches back
under the sheets of hilltops
As I am the traveler
of a dreamscape
My Mother's Hands
She comes and visits me during the week
Brings coffee
She smiles her smile and gives me a hug
I hug back
Words that are shared
With an open heart
For years mended
That were torn apart
And always there’s a prayer
I hold her hands…
There’s simple warmth to it all
Feelings hence gone by
But I try
And stay present
I see how similar our hands are
And that one finger
She slammed in the car
I played with her hands
I remember
In church as a little boy
Something like a toy
To keep my mind at ease
A mommy please!
A peace of mind!
A quiet love
Her hands at ease…
Fruit Orgasmic Shape
fruit orgasmic shape
her butt apple turnover
her breasts cantaloupes
belly button nectar basin
trickling down slowly sweet
her nipple ripe grape
strawberry red lips
God made this sweet
a pleasure sticky candy
a wet dream
a subconscious orgasmic
taste of divinity
Sitting Here
Wanting to write
but here I sit tight
waiting for purpose
and direction
some sort of reflection
of myself
an inflection
of holy health
or in this case
my mood
as it is quite tense
sort of sitting here
in suspense
writing this thing
letting out moans
of sorrow
in a pixelated form
groans onto a blue screen
a scream of wanting more
I abhor uncertainty
cruel it is certainly
a wisp of smoke
a darkness I choke on
A list of fears I react to
it hears this all in fact too
At least that's what I think
and believe
in my head
I leave tracks
to be followed
by demons undead
inside my head
I dread
Uncertainty...
This Girl I Barely Know
There is this girl I know
And her hair does flow
Down her back (beautifully)
She learned of me
After a free
Attempt to get her attention
We might one day meet
But maybe it’s safer we greet
Each other likewise every day
This girl is smart
And knows a lot about art
It’s intimidating you see
She reads much
And so are such
The ways in which she learns
She’s a Persian girl too
New to the red, white, and blue
Living life freely
I yearn for her mails
Which seem slow as snails
At times when I’m not busy
It hasn’t been that long
Since I have heard her song
But I get to every day!
Like the flame of a candle
I’m trying to get a handle
On my feelings about this
Such things are but strife
That everyone deals with in life
But to me they seem new
I will try and convey
What I want to say
In this poem of sorts
It is slow and unsteady
This rhyme I make ready
For this girl I barely know
I give it to her with an open mind
And hopefully I will find
She will like it
Not just like it, but maybe smile
A little…and beguile
My sense of dread
For with this…
I write with my heart
And leave a little part
Of it here for you