Long Ragtime Poems

The National Science Foundation outsources to Colleges, today's mental assassins to secretly 
censor you using "wisedex" 
among other things. 
"Wisedex" is
in the shadows of academia, 
a deep state melanoma
with digital mitochondria and an mRNA soul.

Mental...

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I was a college music teacher, engaged in pitch, tempo, rhythm and melody,
As lavish planets dance around a golden star, with the zeal of fuchsia fidelity.

I taught harmony, vocals and singing, and how to play...

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Freedom foremost, and the will to fight
to keep and protect our natural rights.
Nightclubs, jello shots, disco balls
mechanical bulls, beers cold and tall!
Baseball, football, and basketball games,
crazy rodeo riders on horses untamed.
Books by the millions, more...

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Inside The Mysterious Enigmatic Fragmentary...
Mortal Mind Of Matthew Scott Harris
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Seedy gobbledygook ergot
visibly argot bubbled, burbled, bustled...forth 
yea...give garbled, jangled, warbled shoutout
if ye doth render
mug gadabout totally confounding,

this unfettered voluminous confection
ruff lee...

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Today, there are no busy little feet running through the house
    with high pitched voices that threaten to pierce my solitude.
    I made it clear to my lover and...

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I have a strong need to elucidate my unfathomable love for
You,
named JAZZ

The improvisational sound of ragtime and jive.
Bop to the bebop of your rhythmic stride.

O  what you do.
You,
named JAZZ

As I rouse everyday to harmonious...

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When cowboys sprawl 'round the camp fire after the days work is done,
They strum guitars and tootle harmonicas and sing to have fun.
Real cowboys don't sing Honky-Tonk or She Done Me Wrong stuff.
They leave that...

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From East to west enslaved in chains
To work the fields, make tracks for trains
They sang their song antiphonally
To dull their day, hide misery
Those blues notes hit in wailing tone
And words about the heavenly home

Their doleful...

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In Africa you were born 
In deep serenity
To the sounds of mighty drums 
And rhythm’s authenticity.

Stole you from your righteous land
Cut it up like a birthday cake
Gave it back to Anglo hands
But your birth was...

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I was one of the best leading men in Hollywood.
Many people thought my acting was quite good!
As long as Jack L. Warner said it was so,
I would be acting in many a diverse scenario!
They would...

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Hobgoblin in the gutter under canopy of midnight, 
magic brew of muti without rein.
Shadow figure torchon, darting half-light dare.
Spine chilling droplets wobble slowly down drains,
rusty copper mouthwash at the edge of jagged chutes. 
Eerie urban...

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Thunder off the ocean blurs my vision.
I think I see among the white caps
a school of mermaids trailing a mackerel boat
into shore. A gull and I turn to watch
a fisherman reel in the tide before...

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Grave Music- -


When I thought of music
Those the song never tuning
Musicians so are cocooning
Taking thy hymn from out my heart

That moment my soul grew routine
Just what does this mean

Grave music

The grave a funeral
I saw the...

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Baila, Lilah; move your thing.
Ragtime; Turkey Trot!
Magic step into the Swing.
Show us ALL you’ve got.

Boogie Woogie; Lindy Hop;
Shim Sham Shimmy it.
Snazzy-jazzy, quick-quick, stop?
Jitterbugs don’t quit!!

Hanky Panky; do the Stroll;
Hand Jive; Twist and Shout.
Mash Potato; Rock...

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Let's get up and make a stand
It’s time to appease the First World Man
He’s got his looks and he’s got his books
It’s time to hang the rich from hooks

It’s ragtime for nobility
A dirty call-to-arms
Get back...

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There are those who improvise within a structure, 
with four beats to the bar like down home blues, 
melodies and harmonies which stay within the fold, 
embellishing the tune how e'er they choose. 

Then there...

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There are those who improvise within a structure, 
with four beats to the bar like down home blues, 
melodies and harmonies which stay within the fold, 
embellishing the tune how e'er they choose. 

Then there...

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I found the piano for me
You must think that I'm lonely
Classical music, let's talk about classical music
Just stop your waiting
Popping at night
I found the piano for me
We are partitioning and partitioning and partitioning and partitioning
You're...

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Corsican sand
  on the Rio Grande
Simon Bolivar weeps
  the night asleep

Renegade cycles
  hogs gone mild
Gehinnom's Mayor
  Timothy Leary's child

Zebras abound
  in Peppermint Land
Alan Ginsberg howls
  from primal jowls

Leopold Bloom
...

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...to all jazzmen and women everywhere

There are those who improvise within a structure,
with four beats to the bar, or down home blues,
melodies and harmonies which stay within the fold,
embellishing the tune how e'er they choose.

Then...

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 Smokey air, husky wisps burn
The tunes of a sax,
And  madness etches its velvet path
This urge to rap, to boom, to reel
Out of skin...
Climbing unto your heat, a lover’s appeal
Notes tracing hips and curves
Into...

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In what way shall I improvise myself?
Shall I memorize the first way I felt?
And my origin from West Africa
Through the European landing in hell?

Jelly with a honeysuckle belly
Make it catch like rhythm that unfolds
Unremembering the...

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I sat down and tried to write
a sweet, little love song in the moonlight.
I wanted it to have the sweetest words...
ones you have not yet heard.
I tried to write a catchy little tune
sitting there underneath...

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seeing you across
the dance room
floor watching
your mouth
moving to
a two
step

but

the
music
is too loud
so i sign but
you don't know
that language so i
try charades but can't

seem to make you
understand so
the thing is
now to 
try is
me
be

ing

a mime
(as silent
movie
player
piano
plays
ragtime)

i fight
the non
existent...

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How impressive are we- blessed with ragtime, breathless things
	with sunrises, the shock-light feeling of being up before the birds
with the thrill-sharp sting of cold rain in the dark and skinned knees
and how your hands shake...

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