Title Deeds For The House Song

Come on is it true I have turned into you
But you are no longer here to ask
unless I look around

too far to go to get to you

Is it true I have turned on again
looking sharp again? Looking around
for some higher ground.

Looking for you
I saw below It was not the truth

Searching for you
What I cannot find I do not mind at all

But you disappeared in the night…

© Andrew Watkins 2017


Songwrite 3

Still talking

The bus journey still ringing in my ears
we meet kiss and say hello
and then the glow fades to yellow and blue as we move inside and while the others are laughing we cry. I don’t know why. We cry for those left outside perhaps in the rain. We cry for the yesterdays that weren’t that great. we cry before we run out of money. we cry for the taste of honey. We cry for the dead. We cry for the living. Opalescent blue. Blue light falls over you and you look so beautiful. here in our sin. Our rogue fellowship where we always win.
We cry.as if we never said goodbye.
©2017  Andrew  M Watkins

And Then Came..Watersports


I party by myself ’cause I’m such a special guy…

I just wanted to share a story of all the hot single girls out there, some of who come by my blog,

Well, I read your blog sometimes It’s like having access to your diary!!!

I would never read that!!

You publish these things for me to see don’t you so don’t get grumpy

if one day I surprise you with one of your secrets when I meet you.

Don’t worry I’m just havin’ fun. I’m really not that dumb.

And you are fine and sweet, someone I would like to meet.

One day, at some WordPress affair with drinks and a finger buffet

all paid for by some internet millionaire who want to show he cares.

We could take a corner and let it all flood out, all those repressed feelings

that somehow don’t transmit into words on a page. And our loaded sponsor would

agree to an activity day raffle for a drive in a sports car or to up in a balloon, or water ski

And we would win and agree to meet at a later date, all paid for by our millionaire mate.

We would go home and  blog and tell our mates how it was going with our new beau and they would tease

about all the romances gone before like so many breakfast cereal toys, of evolution in reverse they would say but all we would be looking forward to would be our date. (soon)

And then the big day arrives. We start at 11:00 sharp after a champagne breakfast with smoked salmon and crackers, black coffee and bratwurst.

We are given our wetsuits and are told what is on offer. Days water-sports of all varieties.

Giant water bananas are given short shrift and as we take up our positions the sun begins to drift and soon is shining brightly on an adjoining field. We get started.

Soon my eyes are streaming and I retire to a tent blaming the pollen from the fields next door.While you are playing my eyes are all blown up and sore.

You see me again and can see I’m almost blind but you give me a hug because you’re nice and kind.

And you’re buzzing cause you had such a good time.

We meet again at dinner time and you decide not to eat because you have a gluten allergy and they haven’t prepared for you despite a letter and a promise.

You drink smile and look happy on the outside cause you’re a special kind of girl.

On our way back to the airport we sit next to each other in the car and say our goodbyes and you give me a pair of shades and I give you a Gluten allergy chocolate bar.

And then we say our goodbyes and promise to stay in touch – by email!

When we get home we reflect on our special day and decide WordPress. Next time we’ll do it inside with a bed and gluten free meals at the ready!


I am

Just looking at you brings my skin alive,

You hover somwehere outside my vision on the periphery

making music, downloading music, playing music.

You don’t have any idea I think of the way I feel

else you would turn to me and say , ‘I am…’

But on the other hand, you must know, your eyes

tell me so, your movement sublime.

My ego, your moves.

I drag behind.

Little gifts tell me one thing

I look in the mirror and something tells me different.

We are enemies on a collision trajectory

We are lovers never to die apart.

I tear my hair out but its already shaved

While you give Sampson a hard time

I dream of painting my nails brown.

You always come to my room

and play the same tunes while I

undergo lobotomy on chemicals and unwashed sheets.

You say Schizophrenia. I say nothing.

I say tommorow, you say nothing.

If my blood could speak I would cut myself for you to see.

Instead we go on and repeat the same thing day after day.

until one of us dies.

This is fucking extreme, yet we play it like a dream.

There is no kissing but we fuck with the best.

There is no tommorow it seems only a condition.

Just and the hangman was measuring me for the rope

my old friend serendipity came and saved my life.

If this is how it is with friends I pity your future wife

yet would willingly swap places with her strife.

The Porcelain Eye

Dusting you with joy was something I enjoyed.

I knew it because of the way it made me feel inside

and to top it off you smiled like a chicken.


Cracked and veined, we would walk there and be,

the golden couple, I am back there now

and I wish you were to, to

see the porcelain eye that I have for you.


Roses upon black earth I laid at your feet while in

my head beat a foolish beat. How could I have

been so blind at the woman by my side?


Fighting birds, fighting bulls, all the world

I would give to have you again my porcelain eye…


Horses hooves announce us on a Christmas

romance into the forest where…I fight…

fallen and falling, until the break of day.


In a fire built of twigs, marshmallows,

whiskey taste buds burned sour  laughter reaches the trees

under which I get down on my knees and beseech you

never to leave me again



Perhaps my heart still beats that same old foolish beat

that you used to love, perhaps in another in town another street.

I will be found again by somebody new, hurt and broken too

and for them I will have the porcelain eye just like I have for you.