I can tell you tales of lore
But I refuse to step into gore
Of some lonely nights

There are lots of types of vampires
Abundant but such poor hires
They can’t keep to themselves

Those habitual, emotional and electric
Also some are quite eclectic
They can’t work independently

I’ve nothing other against them
Except they easily disturb my REM
Thieving me of sleep

Nobody cares about the crime
Unless it applies to them, not mine
Bystanders are anti-vampire

Standard vamps may suck your blood
Until you fall down with a heavy thud
But maybe instead of using you, they just want a friend


The morning light is bright
But I have dreamt of chocolate
Bitter, dark and bite-able
A mix of cacao and cacao fat

The cacao tree brings pointed fate
Most all enjoy its fruit
They ravage it for all the taste
They pillage, steal, and loot

Violent nature cycles through
People eat cacao
Mother nature east the people
Everything is chow

Who would have thought that
Chocolate would own a violent history

Tales of Insomnia 3

And so I was in bed last night
And you know with darkness I’m pretty tight
Because we spend so much time
Together, awake but not sublime

I think the dark is getting tired
Of me. I think it wants my conscious fired
I’d be totally fine with it
If I could sleep I think it’d quit

A week or so my circles grow
So oft awake to hear the crow
Even if I wish to nap
I cannot so I’m about to snap

Not wanting to bite off any heads
It’s just, all day I dream of beds
All day I wander daydreaming
Though inside covertly screaming

This poem has siblings:
Tales of Insomnia: Part 1
Tales of Insomnia: Part 2

The Third Most Intelligent

In dark dark days
I cling to them
I whine and plead
The stress it stems

I need them close
But they spread far
I hope together
We’ll be at par

I complain
Near all the time
Seriously anything
I’m not a mime

I love them so
My family
When I want to weep
They speak gently

Talk me down
From an anxious high
Takes more than one
ClassyMan works it wry

He is often
The last I call
The one I need
When I’m about to fall

MisT gets a quick
Phone now
I miss her so
So I try not to have a cow

I text my clan
Agent M
And E the unemployed
Trying to get some REM

The sister she
Is so useful
Will let me talk
Till the words are full

Even Padre
I call first
The best advice
Though it seems the worst

Darn it all
I can’t believe
The mouse is back
I should still try to breathe

Your Worst Nightmare

The shadows dance and dart
Through the darkened shades
One is striped the other is opaque

Imagining the part
Where shadows aren’t
Shadows but your lives

Past, future but no start
All are intertwined
No more need to fear the dark

If they all have your heart
You can rest with ease
Surrounded by nothing worse than yourself