Deep Waters Bahamas
Deep Waters is a Blog envisioned by Sean R. Munnings to promote his hobbies, Bahamian experiences and cultural ideals to the entire Caribbean and the world. Mr. Munnings is a poet, actor, deejay, and entertainment host. Poems included in the book "Deep Waters Volume One" are available in local stores and "Deep Waters Volume Two" will also be available in 2008. The short-film No Bang and related bonus material will be available by contacting Mr. Munnings by e-mail (ragaloverlsd@yahoo.com).
Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Poem: Down Low - Nassau, Bahamas
The world is in agony
as the death toll of AIDS related cases
continues to grow.
Families and friendships suffer loss of loved ones
due to the legacy of the brothers
who chose to be “down low”.
What a cruel joke
for God to place on heterosexual couples,
a joke tainted in deceit.
The punch line being
that same sex rendezvous are transmitting a disease
to innocent spouses upon communal bedroom sheets.
The injured party does not deserve the death sentence
or the leprous mental curse of having HIV.
She is doomed to feel the judgment
of the biblical commandment,
“thou shalt not commit adultery”.
It was easy for us and the most pious in society
to ignore the AIDS crisis
when it was deemed a gay disease.
Now astronomical medical costs
and an eluding cure for victims
have the most religious in our community
pleading for their God’s mercy on their knees.
The exchange of fluids by contaminated needles
and drug related transfusions
promulgate a socially dysfunctional situation.
Failure to utilize contraceptives
and seek advanced testing
rapidly spreads infections in developed
and third world nations.
Many people wear blood toned ribbons annually
to honor the victims of AIDS
and eagerly fund research
toward a medical solution.
They hope that preemptive dialog
and safe sex alternatives
will limit the spread of infection
by sweet hearting, buggery,
illicit drug use and prostitution.
A mountain river should not be compelled
to go upstream,
that is not the way its refreshing waters
were created to flow.
Until the biblical rapture
every town and every family will continue to pay
for the brothers who chose to be “down low”.
By Sean R. E. Munnings
The Raga-Lover
Copyright © 2007 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.
Poem: Brilliant - Nassau, Bahamas
All I want is a brilliant woman
who will make me better.
One who will allow me to fly higher
because of her inspiring vocal feathers.
Someone who will compel me
who will make me better.
One who will allow me to fly higher
because of her inspiring vocal feathers.
Someone who will compel me
to chase after my dreams
as I climb the elusive ladder of success.
A fair-weather friend who will encourage me
as I climb the elusive ladder of success.
A fair-weather friend who will encourage me
when I fail a task
as long as I’ve performed my best.
I yearn for more than a curvaceous diva
to pull and wear my heartstring.
Beyond our many nights of intimate creative bliss
I hope to keep emotionally smiling.
I want a royal blue diamond of substance,
not an ashen statue of stone.
I desire an abiding light that will guide me
when my moral compass is ruined.
I require a walking foundation
as long as I’ve performed my best.
I yearn for more than a curvaceous diva
to pull and wear my heartstring.
Beyond our many nights of intimate creative bliss
I hope to keep emotionally smiling.
I want a royal blue diamond of substance,
not an ashen statue of stone.
I desire an abiding light that will guide me
when my moral compass is ruined.
I require a walking foundation
in Christian principles,
an evolving church of flesh and bone.
I need a sparkling fork to assist this chiseled knife;
I don’t have time to waste with a confused spoon.
I desire to move forward with a beautiful Queen,
achieving altruistic goals together.
All I want is a brilliant woman like you,
one who will make me better.
By Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga-Lover
Copyright © 2007 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.
an evolving church of flesh and bone.
I need a sparkling fork to assist this chiseled knife;
I don’t have time to waste with a confused spoon.
I desire to move forward with a beautiful Queen,
achieving altruistic goals together.
All I want is a brilliant woman like you,
one who will make me better.
By Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga-Lover
Copyright © 2007 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Poem: In The Arms Of Living Light
I’ve found warmth, tenderness and trust
in the arms of living light.
Kissed a savory caramel rose in the dusk
and felt my humble spirit take flight.
I’ve seen forever in your cosmic eyes
and tasted the galaxies essence on your lips.
I lay nightly hypnotized by your ebony eyes
and mesmerized by the exotic curves of your hips.
Near your plush chest is a whisper of heavens song,
a mystical melody to behold.
My happy heart beats in tandem with the rhythm
as we watch the future unfold.
You are the exciting road I travel upon;
my life has no destination without you.
I used to often wonder
if there was more to life and God
until I met you, the final clue.
I long to dive in your sacred lake forever
and know that I am yours alone.
Dear lady, all that I am today
and all that I will have on this earth is yours to own.
You exceed my wildest dreams beloved;
I wish I could stay awake
and never lose sight of your glorious face.
Your compassion and your beauty are boundless;
both defy the laws of time and space
I was devoid of constant illumination
until your moon beam smile filled my night.
You give me warmth, tenderness and trust
in the arms of living light.
The Raga-Lover
Copyright © 2007 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Friday, August 03, 2007
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Poem: The Price We Have To Pay - Nassau, Bahamas
I can’t make you forgive me;
this is the price we have to pay.
I can’t stop the rain within from falling;
I can’t take the acid tears away.
I kept lying to you about where I went
or who I went to see.
It didn’t matter to my lustful heart
that my actions were destroying you and me.
It started with an exotic magazine
and now its lunch stops to the strip club twice a week.
Every time I worked late on the computer
it was an opportunity to sneak another forbidden peak.
I built our relationship with pillars of lies;
now my stories of deceit have us crashing to the ground.
As I drown in loneliness without you my “Yesterday”,
I hear my guilty heart resound its final sound.
You don’t deserve to drink
from my filthy poisonous cup of deception anymore.
Until I can control these selfish, addictive tendencies
and receive counseling don’t let me through your front door.
I can’t make you forgive me;
this is the price we have to pay.
I love you but I crave pornography more than you;
that’s why we must ensure that I stay away.
By Sean R. E. Munnings
The Raga-Lover
Copyright © 2007 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.
Poem: Something Insidious - Nassau Bahamas
The absence of fervour
in your touch.
The strange strands of hair
The strange strands of hair
found on my bathroom brush.
The people who keep talking about you
The people who keep talking about you
behind my back.
Your constant cravings
Your constant cravings
for a late night fast food snack.
The sudden business luncheons on the weekend.
The man who calls the house
The sudden business luncheons on the weekend.
The man who calls the house
saying he’s your friend.
At first I dismissed all these things
as a product of my imagination.
Until your late nights at the office, and tiredness
led to sexual and emotional frustration.
There is a rotten stench
At first I dismissed all these things
as a product of my imagination.
Until your late nights at the office, and tiredness
led to sexual and emotional frustration.
There is a rotten stench
that can not be denied,
One of us, being you,
One of us, being you,
has something insidious to hide.
By Sean Munnings
The Raga~Lover
Copyright © 2007 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.
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The Raga~Lover
Copyright © 2007 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.