Tim Speedle Memorial Page

Sad was the day when I saw my hero fall And his red noble blood trickle down his cheek. He was wounded so bad that he could hardly speak But I still hoped that he would heed my call. Fighting for his life, he said he could not feel. Never before had I heard true fear In the voice of the CSI that I still hold most dear And that's when I knew my hero would not heal. Why did you behave like some reckless little boy? I know you were always so busy But saving your life would have been so easy Why did you treat your gun like it was some kind of toy? And why didn't the world stop going round And why didn't the stars fall down To make my hero a fitting crown And to honour his body on the ground When his heart ceased to beat And my hero lay dead at my feet? After I wrote the Goodbye Poem For Speed and got a few nice comments, I felt it wasn't the best I could do, and tried to write one that would better convey my emotions at the time. It's my favourite of the c...

The moment you came along You cast a spell on me And from that moment on I could not get my eyes off the TV I liked to see your often sullen face Whenever you were working on some trace And your ironic, sarcastic ways Used to brighten my days Until one day you exhaled your last breath In the arms of a friend you met your violent death A bullet knocked you to the floor And suddenly you were no more Helplessly I watched you bleed And just like that I lost my Speed Now I am forced to say goodbye To my favourite CSI And because of that fatal uncleaned gun I'm like the Earth without her Sun And for all my pain and grief There is only one relief Even if never again will I be able to see Tim Nothing can take away my memories of him This was the first one I wrote inspired by Speed's death, in episode "Lost Son".

Nothing had ever been so bad As that day, tragic and sad, When in despair we saw you die And could not help but cry On Alexx's table your body was laid Your flesh cut open by the scalpel's blade And in the most profound depression We attended your funeral procession Seeing you again seemed like an impossible dream For us and for all your team You had been gone for a few long years But time had not dried our tears We still mourned for your demise And could barely hide our surprise When strange things started taking place That gave us hope of having you back in our warm embrace Like how could someone lying in the graveyard Could have made a movement on his credit card? We tried hard to solve the riddle Could it really be our Speedle? We saw you standing on the sand You had come to lend a friend a helping hand And after so many grieved sighs We could hardly believe our eyes True to the nature of our Speed You had come to help a friend in need He stared at you for a while And y...

    Like a Mother mourning her dead son Cut down in his prime by a cruel gun, On her table she laid his earthly remains And when she so wanted to let him rest She had to open the bullet-pierced shirt To wash from his no longer heaving chest The blood no longer flowing through his veins And thought how bad he must have hurt When he was caught by the deadly shot And fell on the very same spot. And in that dark and gloomy place Before she swabbed his face, She caressed his features now so pale Wishing he would wake up as in a fairytale. And when she removed his boot From his lifeless foot And held his unmoving hand To check for residue under his fingernail It was more than she could stand And she could not help but softly wail. And when she finally cut through the skin Of the one who was like kin, She felt as if the careful slash Had stabbed through her own flesh And as she wished it wasn’t true She cried, and she died a little too. I remember reading somewher...

You were young, beautiful and bold, Bright like a piece of the purest gold And warm like a glass of the finest wine. Now my days feel rainy and cold For I know your presence no longer will shine. Your gun had failed you once before But thanks to the vest you were just sore And I was relieved that you came to no harm For having neglected your firearm. You had not cleaned it like you should But promptly promised thenceforth you would When a friend urged you to take better care of it And another handed you a cleaning kit. But you did not follow their precious advice And for that you paid the ultimate price. Their words of wisdom too soon you forgot, You did not learn the lesson taught, Wasted a priceless second chance And in a moment of chaos again you were shot When a new misfire caused you to glance. Only this time there was no vest, So the bullet went right through your chest And bled my heart just like a knife When it took away my Speedle's life If I r...

When I first saw you working a crime scene Your quick sarcasm made me think you mean But I soon realized it was part of your charming wit And if the moment required it, you could also be sweet. And when you helped save people from a fire In that club where things went suddenly haywire I learned you could also be brave... Even if you couldn’t always behave! Thus my favourite you became Even before I had caught your name. And even the slightest trait, Like that easy relaxed gait That made you look so sexy when you walked, Or the way you breathed in while you talked, Or the way only your lower lip moved when you spoke And the fact that you never laughed when telling a joke, Or the way you used to repeatedly blink your eyes Made you somehow deeply special among all the CSIs. The way you used to squint When looking at some print, And those dark long eyelashes That dazzled me more than your camera flashes, Or the fact that you always kept so serious Made you look so ...

Face round like the moon Features dark as the night He walks proud and bright In skin soft and white And I always long to see him soon. His mysterious oriental flair His lustrous pitch black hair Hold the promise of an exotic story In some mystical territory That is how I see Rory A treasure truly rare. Even the magic deep sound of his voice Invites you to dream the day away And is enough to make you rejoice. There's so much more to say Than words can convey I think I'll lay my pen to rest Keep my poem in a chest Knowing he's really the best. CSI: Miami was actually my least favourite of the CSI franchise, but paradoxically, it had my favourite character. Not from the beginning, though. At first, I actually felt Speed was unfriendly and didn't really like him, but his sarcastic sense of humour kept growing on me. Rory Cochrane being so attractive didn't hurt... Nor his brilliance as an actor. I really like the understated intensity of his style of acting. He...

This page contains a series of poems I wrote some time ago, inspired by CSI: Miami 's character "Tim Speedle" (aka "Speed"), and Rory Cochrane - the actor who played him. I first posted them on a CBS forum thread for the show (by the way, thanks to all the fellow fans who were so kind in their comments), but I can't seem to find it anymore and it's probable it has been removed. I also posted them on my main blog, but since the theme is so specific and it's highly unlikely I will be writing any more of them, I kind of felt they deserved a little space of their own. Please enjoy.