Author: Amara Tenoh (TofuDog)
Title: Robert's Musings about Life
Genre: Angst/Romance
Rating: PG for brief language
Word count:
Note: These poems are more of my sordid mind. If you really like it, please
write a review. I will write more if I get some positive feedback.
Summary: These are Robert's Musings written in his notebook that he takes
with him everywhere. (You know, that notebook that he takes with him and
scribbles in when he is breaking a case.) It falls open and Eames finds
it. Here is what she reads:
Thoughts float in my mind,
Fingers dancing across a piano,
Soft tendrils brushing her face,
Violently, rain patters on the windowpane,
A flower blooming new life,
The sun rising, dawn breaking, the clouds clearing,
Writing dramatic prose,
Death, suicide, cannot touch my fragile life
Underneath that Goren had wrote:
Call: Fay 555-9384
Tell about left sock
Eames laughed when she saw that.
Tame the elusive beast of time and space.
My thoughts are fading,
Leaving behind the pain,
Risking all I have to start over,
Start over with a new outlook,
With a new face, and a new love,
Fighting back the tears,
Fighting back the damn tears,
Heaven looks brighter,
The clouds are clearing,
Life is better,
A greater love is waiting behind the curtain of time.
A tear slid down Eames face. This was so dramatic. So, this is what goes on
in his beautiful head. She thought. She shifted positions and began to read
again.
Shooting to the moon,
Past the stars,
I'm looking love in the face,
But it turns me down,
How can I prove my unsurpassed love?
Pulling down the rain, pushing past the snow,
Into the calm of life.
The storm is gone. The storm has past.
Life is not only for newness, but also for growth.
I can see clearly now.
I can see the obstacles.
Eames continued onto the next short poem.
One thousand mothers, begging for rent,
Some for the hope, some for the dope.
Eames now knew what was going on in Goren's tormented mind.
Ravaging families, a tornado comes through.
It's drugs, the drugs kill a family.
Stay together, he begged, he pleaded.
Abstract. Hope. Faith. Love.
All abstract, yet, they exist.
They exist in our minds,
They exist in our hearts.
They exist in our souls.
We have hope.
We have faith.
But, where is the love?
Eames wiped her tears and continued reading his poetry.
The summum bonum,
The greatest thing in the world,
Love.
Eames loved these poems. It showed her a deeper side of Goren.
My entity.
Growing.
Exploding.
Blossoming.
Next, Eames, knew what the next quotes came from:
We Serial Killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere.
And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow.
-Ted Bundy
I may be a bit peculiar.
-George Joseph Smith
murderer
I wished I could stop but I could not.
I had not other thrill or happiness.
-Dennis Nilsen
That is my ambition, to have killed more people--more helpless people--than
any other man or woman who has ever lived.
-Jane Toppan
Eames was surprised when she read the macabre poems. She set the book down.
She could not read anymore. Robert was looking for a new life, a new
ambition, and he had found it in his poetry. He had unleashed his energy
and furor into his poems. Eames has wondered why Goren had been calmer
lately. Now, she knew why. He was letting himself be heard through the
paper. He had not spoke so much. He was quiet. This was why. Eames got off
the floor she had been sitting on. She set the book on Goren's desk.
She thought for a second and picked up the book and a pen. She started to
write.
I can smell the ocean.
The billowing of the waves.
A cloud on the horizon,
The sun setting on Bobbie's face.
The wind whipping through his hair.
The love of my life.
Title: Robert's Musings about Life
Genre: Angst/Romance
Rating: PG for brief language
Word count:
Note: These poems are more of my sordid mind. If you really like it, please
write a review. I will write more if I get some positive feedback.
Summary: These are Robert's Musings written in his notebook that he takes
with him everywhere. (You know, that notebook that he takes with him and
scribbles in when he is breaking a case.) It falls open and Eames finds
it. Here is what she reads:
Thoughts float in my mind,
Fingers dancing across a piano,
Soft tendrils brushing her face,
Violently, rain patters on the windowpane,
A flower blooming new life,
The sun rising, dawn breaking, the clouds clearing,
Writing dramatic prose,
Death, suicide, cannot touch my fragile life
Underneath that Goren had wrote:
Call: Fay 555-9384
Tell about left sock
Eames laughed when she saw that.
Tame the elusive beast of time and space.
My thoughts are fading,
Leaving behind the pain,
Risking all I have to start over,
Start over with a new outlook,
With a new face, and a new love,
Fighting back the tears,
Fighting back the damn tears,
Heaven looks brighter,
The clouds are clearing,
Life is better,
A greater love is waiting behind the curtain of time.
A tear slid down Eames face. This was so dramatic. So, this is what goes on
in his beautiful head. She thought. She shifted positions and began to read
again.
Shooting to the moon,
Past the stars,
I'm looking love in the face,
But it turns me down,
How can I prove my unsurpassed love?
Pulling down the rain, pushing past the snow,
Into the calm of life.
The storm is gone. The storm has past.
Life is not only for newness, but also for growth.
I can see clearly now.
I can see the obstacles.
Eames continued onto the next short poem.
One thousand mothers, begging for rent,
Some for the hope, some for the dope.
Eames now knew what was going on in Goren's tormented mind.
Ravaging families, a tornado comes through.
It's drugs, the drugs kill a family.
Stay together, he begged, he pleaded.
Abstract. Hope. Faith. Love.
All abstract, yet, they exist.
They exist in our minds,
They exist in our hearts.
They exist in our souls.
We have hope.
We have faith.
But, where is the love?
Eames wiped her tears and continued reading his poetry.
The summum bonum,
The greatest thing in the world,
Love.
Eames loved these poems. It showed her a deeper side of Goren.
My entity.
Growing.
Exploding.
Blossoming.
Next, Eames, knew what the next quotes came from:
We Serial Killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere.
And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow.
-Ted Bundy
I may be a bit peculiar.
-George Joseph Smith
murderer
I wished I could stop but I could not.
I had not other thrill or happiness.
-Dennis Nilsen
That is my ambition, to have killed more people--more helpless people--than
any other man or woman who has ever lived.
-Jane Toppan
Eames was surprised when she read the macabre poems. She set the book down.
She could not read anymore. Robert was looking for a new life, a new
ambition, and he had found it in his poetry. He had unleashed his energy
and furor into his poems. Eames has wondered why Goren had been calmer
lately. Now, she knew why. He was letting himself be heard through the
paper. He had not spoke so much. He was quiet. This was why. Eames got off
the floor she had been sitting on. She set the book on Goren's desk.
She thought for a second and picked up the book and a pen. She started to
write.
I can smell the ocean.
The billowing of the waves.
A cloud on the horizon,
The sun setting on Bobbie's face.
The wind whipping through his hair.
The love of my life.