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[Audio] Conversation with Brian Conley of AliveInBaghdad.com

December 23rd, 2006 · 23 Comments

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I contacted Brian Conley because I wanted to find out what drove him to set up aliveinbaghdad.org and begin pushing the envelope as far as this medium is concerned. He is giving a voice to the people of Iraq. A voice that is sometimes forgotten about.

But times are changing. Time Magazine’s, “Person of the Year” is…You…meaning you, the people/users of the Internet. This is a time in history where we, as people, can feel empowered rather than watching TV and being a passive audience. The Internet is evolving into a mass media frenzy driven with content supplied by us. The way we want it. That is what is driving people like Brian Conley to make sites like aliveinbaghdad.org and aliveinmexico.org. This concept is totally funded and driven by people like us. They even have a wiki to show you their financial record, how much money they have, who contributed, where the money is being spent. How many public companies can say that about their organization? This is the way we want it and dammit we are going to make it work.

This is Alive In Baghdad’s Mission Statement:

Alive in Baghdad is empowering Iraqis to share their stories with the world, and provides a place of education and interaction for global citizens interested in the real life political, military, economic and social situation in Iraq.

To this end, Alive In Baghdad seeks to:

? Generate and publish at least one short (3-7 minute) video from Iraq, made by an Iraqi civilian, each week, and make this video easily accessible to the world via the Internet.

? Keep all previously published videos easily accessible to the public.

? Publish ongoing and up-to-date written blogs and videoblogs from Iraqi citizen journalists on www.AliveinBaghdad.org.

? Provide a user-friendly, encouraging and supportive environment for public interaction and education concerning Iraqi issues through on-site discussion boards, chat rooms and message threads.

Above all, Alive in Baghdad is devoted to empowering Iraqi citizen journalists to share their stories with the world in a personal, candid and non-bureaucratic way. We endeavor to cut through the red tape and politics of corporate news and deliver the real stories, from real people, everyday.

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  • 1 Jill Foster // Dec 23, 2006 at 4:13 am

    B A P!

    What’s that sound?! It’s a hi-five from DC! Thanks for sharing the fantastic news that’s blogged here:

    It was exciting to get your news but I’m short on sleep (…big production week). Let me know if I sapped out too much e.g. Andy Coon is our hero!

  • 2 Tom Zart // Jul 5, 2007 at 8:59 am

    THE BATTLE FOR BAGHDAD

    Determined though scared, I walk my beat,
    On the deadly streets of Baghdad.
    Searching for any who plot our harm,
    Or by our death are joyous and glad.

    Standing in shadows caused by the moon,
    I’m reminded of my nights back home.
    I wonder if the woman I love
    Is growing tired of sleeping alone?

    I feel remorse for all who live here,
    For this place is a madman’s hell.
    And those who wish to keep it that way
    Must be killed or locked away in jail.

    My greatest fear is not my death,
    But that I’ll end up in a wheelchair.
    Disabled for the rest of my life,
    Depending on others for my care.

    My wife, she prays for my safe return,
    As night and day more GI’s are killed.
    She knows quite well, whatever it takes,
    The oath I’ve given will be fulfilled.

    WAR

    As war is fought it takes charge,
    And events spin out of control.
    The madness of men can alter the soil
    Which nourishes the roots of their soul.

    Many things will forever change,
    Far more then wished to be.
    As the wrath of war starts to destroy,
    Those things we fight to keep free.

    War is the greatest plague of man,
    Religion, state, and sanity.
    Any scourge is more preferred,
    Than the one which disables humanity.

    When war breaks out, boundaries change
    And all who die are a token,
    Of the rage that must run it’s course,
    Before words of peace are spoken.

    SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III

    Our sons and daughters serve in harms way
    To defend our way of life.
    Some are students, some grandparents,
    Many a husband or wife.

    They face great odds without complaint
    Gambling life and limb for little pay.
    So far away from all they love
    Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.

    The plotters and planners of America?s doom
    pledge to murder and maim all they can.
    From early childhood they are taught
    To kill is to become a man.

    They exploit their young as weapons of choice
    Teaching in heaven, virgins will await.
    Destroying lives along with their own
    To learn of their falsehoods too late.

    The fearful cry we must submit.
    And find a way to soothe them.
    Where defenders worry if we stand down
    The future for America is grim.

    Now?s not the time to fight one another
    Or kiss our enemy?s cheek.
    All through history it remains the same
    The strong enslave the weak.

    May God continue to bless America
    Refusing evil, the upper hand.
    It?s up to us to stay resolute
    Defending the liberty of Man.

    FORMIDABLE FOE

    America is the birthday cake of earth,
    As the ants march from every direction.
    Thank God for all who have sworn to defend her,
    Serving with love, honor, pride, and affection.

    Since the first day George Washington marched off to war,
    There have been those who have wished our demise.
    Their hatred, fueled by jealousy and greed,
    Was defeated by our brave and the wise.

    Once again, we must face a formidable foe,
    Who have pledged by their God to destroy us all
    Misusing their faith as an excuse to kill,
    As for a worldwide jihad, their leaders call.

    Some say we should try to appease them,
    For if we resist, they?ll hate us even more.
    But the David’s among us shall cast our stones,
    Defeating them, as it was done before.

    DAVID AND GOLIATH

    David, the shepherd, a tender of sheep,
    Would pray to his God before he would sleep.
    One day he awoke to the roar of beasts;
    A bear and a lion in search of a feast.

    David slew both with his knife and his hand,
    Though still just a boy and not yet a man.
    The Lord’s love for David was proven once again,
    When he challenged the champion of the Philistine men.

    Goliath?s beastly fingers and hideous toes,
    Made David more selective with the stones that he chose.
    One for the giant, he knew he would slay,
    Four more for his brothers who were laughing that day.

    The giant told David, “I’ll tear you apart;
    The birds and the animals shall feast on your heart.”
    David yelled back, “I?ll soon see you dead,
    And when I?m through I?ll cut off your head!”

    The worst of all men, drew high with his arm,
    Came forth to David to do him great harm.
    The youth jumped ahead just as quick as a lynx;
    A stone from his sling popped the giant where he thinks.

    Blood and bone spewed forth as that devil fell down;
    A thousand pound soldier lie dead on the ground.
    With Goliath?s own sword, David chopped off his head,
    Then took it to Jerusalem, to prove that he was dead.

    SHOULD TOMORROW START WITHOUT ME ?

    Should tomorrow start without me
    Remember I love you.
    Looking down from up above
    Seeing everything you do.

    If I become a casualty
    I pray you will love again
    Whom ever makes you happy
    I?ll consider my friend.

    Should tomorrow start without me
    Remind our boys, God loves all who care.
    And when life seems too harsh and cruel
    With ?Him? they must share their prayer.

    I have proven I?m not a coward
    Who breaks and runs to survive.
    Always fearing death will kiss me
    As the streets of Baghdad I drive.

    Should tomorrow start without me
    Be proud I choose to serve.
    Our faith and our patriotism
    Earn the freedom we deserve.

    I miss home more than ever
    It breaks my heart to stay away
    I can?t help but want to hold you
    And whisper what I say.

    WHERE WARS ARE WON OR LOST

    Wars are waged by older men
    In battle rooms in countries apart.
    Who call for greater firepower
    And troops for the combat chart.

    While out among the shattered flesh
    The dreams of all have turned gray.
    So young and determined their faces were
    Till on the battlefield they lay.

    Unable to overcome their pride
    The overseers cast their vote.
    For this or that or something else
    As the thunder of war sounds its note.

    Wherever wars are won or lost
    The soldiers fall like toys.
    Down through history it remains the same
    Most who pass are hardly more than boys.

    All Poems By
    Tom Zart
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  • 3 Tom Zart // Jul 12, 2007 at 6:26 pm

    MOMENTARY COURAGE

    Momentary courage helps preserve mankind
    When our angel within is allowed to rise.
    Men, women, children, kings and presidents
    Are blessed by deeds not falsehoods and lies.

    Be it soldier, fireman, policeman or physician
    All have known the rush of courage.
    To many among us think just of our self
    In our world full of crime and discourage.

    Thank God for the extraordinary
    Who arrive by birth in every race.
    Committing what?s right to preserve what?s true
    Despite, the agents of hate and disgrace.

    Washington, Lincoln, Roosevelt and Kennedy,
    Truman, Bill Clinton and George Bush too.
    Had their moments of momentary courage
    And the rest is up to me and you.

    By Tom Zart

  • 4 Tom Zart // Jul 21, 2007 at 11:38 pm

    HONOR

    Honor, morality, faith and integrity
    Are the glue which holds society in place.
    Pornography, hate, jealousy and greed
    Cause man to be plagued by disgrace.

    Night and day we?re informed by headlines
    Which seem to give evil added time.
    Always at war killing one another
    In our world full of valance and crime.

    Be thankful for the upright among us
    Who desire to obey God?s laws.
    Repentant when wrong they change their ways
    Saving the rest of us despite our flaws.

    Honor, morality, faith and integrity
    Are what life?s heroes are made of.
    Defending what?s right; confronting what?s wrong
    Propelled by achievement, and love.

    By Tom Zart

  • 5 Tom Zart // Aug 4, 2007 at 2:43 pm

    ?THE DAY OF JEHOVAH IS NEAR?

    ?The day of Jehovah is near?
    Judging the worst the world has seen.
    Bringing relief to the righteous
    And punishment to the mean.

    Evil?s malice will expire
    By the power of God and his glory.
    The soldiers of heaven shall prevail
    To tell the world their story.

    ?The day of Jehovah is near?,
    So it?s time to select your side.
    Remain lost, selfish and blind
    Or march with the faithful with pride.

    The word of God fills us with hope
    Of new heavens and earth that await.
    It?s up to us to chose our path
    And there is no time to procrastinate.

    The agents of hell cast their nets
    Far and wide to mislead and use.
    The goodness of man must overwhelm
    Those who murder, rape and abuse.

    The only way our world can prosper
    Is by the grace of God?s law.
    If we fail to heed his teachings
    We must suffer the extinction of all.

    By Tom Zart

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  • 6 Tom Zart // Aug 4, 2007 at 2:45 pm

    SATAN?S HORDE SHALL BE REMOVED

    Infested with war and uncontrolled leaders,
    Our world becomes more dangerous each day.
    Dishonest politicians and hardened criminals
    Survive on the worthy who look away.

    Bible supporters fear the end is near
    Our world as a whole is beyond reform.
    God will eliminate all which is wicked
    By Armageddon?s fury, eruption and storm.

    Evil?s victory, by no means I concede
    I believe the righteous shall win the war.
    Wickedness, warfare, murder, and hate
    Must be dealt with as in history before.

    How we prevail is heavens test of man
    The old and the young must march in stride.
    With all God?s armor, breastplate and shield
    We?ll remove Satan?s horde with pride.

    By Tom Zart

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  • 7 Tom Zart // Aug 4, 2007 at 2:47 pm

    SATAN?S SOLDIERS

    Overrun with war and uncontrolled leaders,
    Our world becomes more dangerous each day.
    dishonest politicians, criminals and the media
    Survive by their falsehoods at play.

    Bible believers preach, that the end is near
    Our world as a whole is beyond reform.
    God will eradicate all which is wicked
    By his fire of eruption and storm.

    To evil?s victory, I will never concede
    May its supporters anguish in hell.
    By the grace of God and the power of faith
    The goodness of man will prevail.

    What we accomplish is heaven?s measure
    As patriots respond to the threats of man.
    Protect and defend what we love till death
    As Satan?s soldiers arise from the sand.

    By Tom Zart

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  • 8 Tom Zart // Aug 4, 2007 at 2:50 pm

    IT?S NOT THE LAST DAYS OF MANKIND ON EARTH

    Too, many live with a neglected spirit
    Overlooking the sensitivities of the soul.
    We need additional love and compassion
    If man?s glory on earth is our goal.

    Bombs set off in marketplaces and streets
    Teachers and students shot in school.
    Infants snatched when parents turn their backs
    And the elderly mugged by the heartless and cruel.

    Old forests stripped for commercial ventures
    Woodlands laid bare by the poor seeking fuel.
    Groundwater polluted and unfit to drink
    With industrial waste in the fisherman?s pool.

    Corporate greed causing layoffs and business collapse.
    Dirty foul air choked with pollution.
    800,000,000 who go to bed hungry
    With war and terrorism the solution.

    Distressed by events or by personal loss
    Many question why God does not intervene?
    It?s up to us to rise above human wrongs
    Overpowering the misled, cold-blooded and mean.

    It?s not the last days of mankind on earth
    But the last days for the sadistic and unforgiving.
    God?s Word promises the righteous will endure
    So advance your behavior and begin living.

    By Tom Zart

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  • 9 Tom Zart // Aug 4, 2007 at 2:52 pm

    FREEDOM

    In their new uniforms,
    The young march off
    Not knowing who shall return.
    With a proud devotion,
    They brandish their flag
    Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn.

    May we all be buried
    By all of our children
    Is an ancient tribal prayer.
    They’re so easy to lose
    But so hard to forget;
    Such a burden for a parent to bear.

    The taste of victory
    Shall soon be forgotten;
    But, never that which was lost.
    For those rows of white headstones
    In peaceful green fields,
    Make it easy to tally the cost.

    America has survived all attempts to destroy
    Knowing the cruelty of war,
    And, we who remain
    Must help keep her free
    For those who can march no more!

    By Tom Zart

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  • 10 Tom Zart // Aug 4, 2007 at 2:54 pm

    THE MURDEROUS HAND OF MAN

    War I hate, though not men, flags nor race,
    But war itself with its ugly face.
    When we lose faith in the brave, which die,
    Then we’re not fit to greet those who cry.

    What distinguishes war isn’t death,
    But that man is slain by fellow man.
    Crushed by cruelty and injustice,
    With his enemy’s murderous hand.

    War tends to punish the punishers,
    So the losers won’t suffer alone.
    The essence of war is but violence,
    Till the survivors come marching home.

    By Tom Zart
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  • 11 Tom Zart // Aug 19, 2007 at 11:45 am

    FELLOW AMERICANS

    Will we battle terrorism as it should be fought
    Or run away and let evil doers chase us to our door?
    Will we protect our freedom and system of life
    As our fathers and grandfathers sacrificed before?

    Will we secure our borders against illegal entry
    Or let our economy and security be destroyed?
    Will we finally stop runaway wasteful spending
    By leaders who are self-serving and void?

    Will we continue to pledge our help to the less fortunate
    Who suffer from war, hunger and disease?
    Will we preserve our heritage and our future
    From those who wish to bring liberty to its knees?

    Never be afraid to be proud of America
    And march with the thankful, honorable and just.
    Never surrender our freedom of choice
    Standing firm for what we believe and trust .

    By Tom Zart

  • 12 Tom Zart // Aug 19, 2007 at 11:47 am

    GENERAL WASHINGTON

    Once in command, he boxed in the British
    At Boston where he captured Dorchester Heights,
    Overlooking the Brits at his mercy
    As his men took aim with their cannon sites.

    The British commander had but one choice,
    To sail to New York to renew the fight.
    Where the English had much greater forces,
    Who soon chased Washington’s men in full flight.

    They continued on to Pennsylvania
    After crossing the Hudson in retreat,
    With the British forces in hot pursuit
    It looked as though George was doomed to defeat.

    When winter seemed to have stopped the fighting
    That’s when Washington crossed the Delaware.
    On that Christmas night he captured Trenton
    Where Hessians were surprised and unaware.

    He whipped the British at Princeton,
    Where in victory his men began to sing.
    Washington then wintered at Morristown,
    Training his troops for the combat of spring.

    Washington fought bravely at Brandywine
    And again at a place called Germantown,
    But the British were the victorious ones
    As the dead of both sides covered the ground.

    Americans were blessed early that spring,
    When the French entered the war on their side.
    Though most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge,
    With the help of the French they marched in stride.

    The battles raged on, in the North and South
    As the King?s soldiers laid waste to the land.
    Washington himself was in great despair,
    Pleading for aid for his weakened command.

    His prayers were answered by 5000 troops,
    And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay.
    They bottled up Cornwallis at Yorktown,
    Who surrendered to victory drums at play.

    Yorktown was really the end of the war
    Though not many quite realized that fact yet.
    But the British soon grew tired of the fight
    And the terms for its end were signed and set.

    Washington yearned to retire at home,
    But his country chose him first president.
    Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support,
    For they believed that “he,” by God, was sent.

    By Tom Zart

  • 13 Tom Zart // Sep 29, 2007 at 6:07 pm

    THE HINGE OF HISTORY

    The hinge of history swings in all directions
    As the happenings of the past are written down.
    Out of all that has occurred since man’s beginnings,
    Less has been recorded than waits to be found.

    Babylonians kept chronicles of history,
    Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story.
    Greeks had no faith in the future at all,
    Believing mans repeated errors doom his glory.

    Christians added a new dimension to history,
    Looking forward to Christ?s return to earth.
    An on going drama involving man and God,
    Believing all are created of equal worth.

    Some have asked why must we study history;
    It just encourages us to live in the past.
    When we forget history we repeat its mistakes,
    As the outcome of humanity is cast.

    THE DISTORTION OF MAN

    We?re sought by Satan of that I?m sure
    As he plots to derail our soul.
    Greed, hate, lust, anger and fear
    Are deeds which facilitate his coal.

    He smiles at lies, cheating and theft
    He laughs at never-ending war.
    He drools to conquer the hearts of man
    Shadowing every window and door.

    Tempting all with unclean pleasures
    His success is weakness and desire.
    We triumph only through the power of faith
    Avoiding eternal torment and fire.

    Goodness and evil illustrate life
    Like the two sides of every coin.
    Most can?t help but experience both
    As we learn who to trust, follow and join.

    Praise our Lord for morals and ethics
    The laws of heavenly command.
    Without God?s armor and his grace
    We become the distortion of man.

    THE LONELINESS OF WAR

    I know I?m still here so far, far away,
    As I fight for what I believe is right.
    I wonder about you and your mom,
    Every moment of every day and night.

    The loneliness of war can drive you insane,
    If you don?t get letters of concern from home.
    Left, right, behind and ahead,
    Death awaits leaving love ones alone.

    We pray to God that we will be saved
    To return home or live the here after.
    Bloody, dirt-covered men, we see everyday,
    As we yearn for those times of laughter.

    The far off stare of a fallen comrade,
    As you stay by his side till his end.
    No mother ever carried her infant child,
    More carefully, than we do a friend.

    Many have their own personal diaries,
    To help keep their faculties together.
    Watching hot steel crash into human flesh,
    Always makes home seem far away and better.

    I?ve become an expert at dodging, weaving and diving,
    So try not to worry too much about me.
    Just help your mom and stand up from the ground,
    And while I?m gone be all you can be.

    SEPTEMBER 11th

    After suffering the wrath of a sneak attack
    America now mourns to her very core.
    Though soon her enemies shall all but flee
    From the sound of America waging full war.

    Let there be no doubt, no doubt at all,
    That the devil has decided to give us a call.
    We shall defeat hell?s soldiers and cast them out
    And if we die; that’s what freedom is about.

    We shall seek them out wherever they may hide,
    Street by street, house-by-house, cave by cave.
    They will be eradicated from the face of the earth
    By the righteous, the loyal and the brave.

    PATRIOTS

    They choose their opportunities
    To become strong, not weak,
    By pulling up their boot straps
    They acquire the dreams they seek.

    Their personal goals of well being,
    Will never stand in the way
    Of doing their public duty,
    No matter what others may say.

    Their devotion shall prove contagious
    It’s the brilliance of their kind.
    What you find in most of them
    Is great character of mind.

    With faith and courage, they must live
    For their lives to be complete.
    With good morals and family life
    They?ll triumph, even in defeat.

    They?re raised to participate
    Within their community,
    With their fellow men and women,
    They enrich life and liberty.

    RETRIBUTION

    Put on the whole armor of God
    And victorious we shall be.
    Fighting the powers of darkness
    Who hate America, the free.

    We wrestle more than flesh and blood
    With evildoers and their ways.
    With our faith and patriotism
    We?ll survive the darkest days.

    Take heed therefore, Satan’s soldiers,
    You cowards who hide in a cave.
    Your days are numbered on this earth
    For you shall be judged by the brave.

    Our love of country guides us
    As we hunt you throughout our globe.
    Justice for all who are guilty,
    Who have our blood upon their robe.

    OUR FLAG

    Our flag is fabric wove of thread,
    Carried by heroes live and dead.
    She stands for justice and courage too,
    With her colors; red, white and blue.

    For all who serve her, there?ll be cheers,
    For any who die, there?ll be tears,
    For all who love her, life is swell,
    For those who harm her, war is hell.

    How many moms have cried before,
    As they sent their children to war.
    How many dads have not returned,
    Because our freedom must be earned.

    Wars were waged where brave men died
    As patriots fought side by side.
    Our flag is still the pearl of earth,
    Because of those who prove her worth.

    By Tom Zart

  • 14 Tom Zart // Oct 1, 2007 at 1:52 pm

    AS THE MADNESS OF WAR TELLS ITS STORY

    Goodness must overrule absolute evil
    Though there?s nothing worse than war.
    Sometimes we have no alternative option
    Except to kill or be killed as before.

    The best of plans can go amiss
    With uncertainties till the first shots are fired.
    As generals plot their path toward victory
    It?s up to the wounded, the fallen and tried.

    It?s not how strong or athletic you are
    That decides who is blessed to return.
    Those who survive are a product of luck,
    And our prayers and support they?ve earned.

    War seems to peel the veneer off society
    Exposing our villain within.
    A crazy obsession to rule over others
    By death, destruction and sin.

    The mayhem of conflict is a ongoing scourge
    Robbing man from intended glory.
    The hinge of history swings in all directions
    As the madness of war tells its story.

    THE DISTORTION OF MAN

    We?re sought by Satan of that I?m sure
    As he plots to derail our soul.
    Greed, hate, lust, anger and fear
    Are deeds which facilitate his coal.

    He smiles at lies, cheating and theft
    He laughs at never-ending war.
    He drools to conquer the hearts of man
    Shadowing every window and door.

    Tempting all with unclean pleasures
    His success is weakness and desire.
    We triumph only through the power of faith
    Avoiding eternal torment and fire.

    Goodness and evil illustrate life
    Like the two sides of every coin.
    Most can?t help but experience both
    As we learn who to trust, follow and join.

    Praise our Lord for morals and ethics
    The laws of heavenly command.
    Without God?s armor and his grace
    We become the distortion of man.

    By Tom Zart

    By Tom Zart

  • 15 Tom Zart // Nov 29, 2007 at 11:00 am

    HEAVEN?S HEROES

    Winning souls tend to change everything,
    Including who and what we are.
    When our darkness within transforms to light
    And our eyes have the luster of a star.

    We must always pray for the lost among us
    Who eagerly race toward the wrong direction.
    So they may know their own repentance
    Blessed by God?s, grace, love and protection.

    All of heaven?s heroes have suffered remorse
    From hate, fear, lust, loneliness and war.
    They do what they do with deliverance of heart
    Defeating the dark side of life and more.

    Noah found safety within the beams of his ark
    To endure heaven?s cleansing of earth.
    Moses the deliverer, climbed a mountain
    Descending with God?s guidelines of worth.

    David the shepherd, a boy among men
    Slew evil?s giant with a flying stone.
    Samson the strong man, broke from his chains
    Toppling the temple with God?s help alone.

    Jonah was swallowed by a monster fish
    To be cast up on shore with a prophecy to tell.
    Jesus of Nazareth was nailed to the cross
    And without his forgiveness we?re doomed to fail.

    Lord I?ll feel blessed to greet all your heroes
    When it is my time to escape my woes.
    I?ll clutch their hands and kiss their face
    As we celebrate the journey we chose.

    AMERICAN POLICEMEN

    Misdeeds were put here as a test for mankind
    And to many race down the wrong path.
    Greed, hate, lust and perversion are satin?s tools
    In his workshops of corruption and wrath.

    Rape, robbery, murder, and assault
    Are committed by the dishonest night and day.
    Thank God for those who line up to protect
    The principles of justice, honor and fair play.

    Where would we be without valiant policemen
    Who patrol our neighborhoods and streets?
    Risking their life and limb on the line
    Arresting thieves, killers, drug dealers, perverts and cheats.

    To many officers end up victims of divorce
    Products of occupational danger and strain.
    Never knowing when they say good by
    If it?s their day to be crippled or slain.

    It takes a brave soul to become a good cop
    Risking everything for little praise and pay.
    It?s true that some may abuse their badge
    But for the majority we gratefully pray.

    By Tom Zart
    Most Published Poet
    On The Web

  • 16 Tom Zart // Dec 29, 2007 at 2:02 pm

    NEVER BE AFRAID TO BE PROUD of AMERICA

    America, the abundant, the place I was born
    I’ll cherish till the day I die.
    Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground
    Who loved her the same as I.

    Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky;
    With prairies where the green grasses grow.
    There’s billions of trees where wild birds nest
    With creatures that flourish below.

    That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
    As raindrops or crystallized snow;
    Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
    While the winds of our seasons blow.

    There’s the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train
    Racing on ribbons of steel
    With the harvest of farms and from the factories
    Balanced in a box on a wheel.

    Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall,
    Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
    A statue in a harbor, a present from France,
    Describes how, inside, we feel.

    That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
    Proves America?s dreams come true.
    A country of heroes who line up to protect
    The past, the present and the few.

    We?ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
    Never letting satin?s horde chase us to our door.
    Safeguarding our borders and system of life
    As our forefathers sacrificed before.

    Never be afraid to be proud of America
    And march with the brave, faithful and just.
    Refusing to summit to the will of our enemies
    Standing firm to preserve what we trust .

    By Tom Zart

    The White House
    Washington

    March 16, 2007
    Ms. Lillian Cauldwell
    President and Chief Executive Officer
    Passionate Internet Voices Radio
    Ann Arbor Michigan

    Dear Lillian:
    Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thank you for thinking of me.
    I am thankful for your efforts to honor our brave military personnel and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in the history of the world.

    Best Wishes.
    Sincerely,
    George W. Bush

    TEARS

    Tears are the raindrops of the soul
    And there’s one for all who die.
    They are the silent words of grief
    As they fall free from the eye.

    The shortest verse in the Bible
    Is the one where Jesus wept;
    So, if you hold back tears, “shed them”
    When your pains too harsh to accept.

    Tears are lovelier than a smile
    When they come from those you love.
    As they seek relief from sadness,
    When you’re summoned from above.

    Tears are a love-mates humble gift
    When it’s time to say goodbye,
    Though the eyes are wet and swollen,
    With time and patience they dry.

    BRAVERY

    Many brave souls lived before now,
    Unwept and unknown by their face.
    Lost somewhere in the distant night,
    ‘Till a poet chronicles their grace.

    True bravery is shown by performing,
    Without witness, what one might be
    Capable of before the world,
    Without any or all to see.

    How great the brave who rest in peace,
    All blessings from heaven to earth.
    They gave our country but their best,
    Those destined to be brave from birth.

    THE JUST AND THE UNJUST

    The just and the unjust shall clash as before
    As both sides seek victory valor and more,
    The tyrants of evil hate that which is good,
    Freedom, with justice, living life, as we should.

    Where the oppressed suffer the heartless rule,
    Using murder, fear and torture as a tool.
    With a twisted mind they cause others to die
    Their souls are corrupted from living a lie.

    At the end of their rain most are jailed or killed,
    The remains of their victims litter the field.
    After death, they’re judged through history by us all,
    Condemned for ignoring sweet liberty’s call.

    For as long as mankind has struggled on earth,
    Most seek a path, to show others their worth.
    While the just feel compelled to defend what’s right
    The unjust ravage, plunder, and kill with spite.

    All Poems By Tom Zart

  • 17 Tom Zart // Feb 20, 2008 at 2:58 pm

    TOM ZART’S QUOTABLE QUOTES

    WINE

    Wine was served at the Last Supper
    And guzzled in King Arthur’s court.
    Wine can make a sad man happy
    And a mean woman turn good sport!

    HEAVEN’S HEROES

    All of heaven’s heroes have suffered remorse
    From hate, fear, lust, loneliness and war.
    They do what they do with deliverance of heart
    Defeating the dark side of life and more.

    TEARS

    Tears are a love-mates humble gift
    When it’s time to say goodbye
    Though the eyes are wet and swollen
    With time and patience they dry.

    THE BELL RINGERS OF THE SOUL

    Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
    As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
    They sound their alarm of what lies ahead
    As the missteps of man live on.

    THE GREATEST LESSON ONE CAN LEARN

    The greatest lesson one can learn
    Is how when loved, to love in return.
    Remaining true both body and soul
    Never loosing our common goal.

    MOTHERS

    Mothers have great big aprons
    To hide from the world our flaws.
    They kiss and scold when we do wrong
    Teaching compliance of laws.

    HEAVEN’S GATE

    With one foot in heaven and one down on earth
    I pray to be remembered and judged by my worth.
    If I’m forced to camp, just outside your gate
    I will still be grateful and not, “hesitate.”

    SELF SERVING FOOLS

    No matter how far in your marriage you’ve gone
    The highway of love has its rules.
    The excitement of sex, trust and affection
    Never tolerates self-serving fools.

    FOREVER MORE

    I love to be loved in the morning
    I love to be loved at night.
    I love to be loved anytime
    For love in the darkness is light.

    LOVE AND LIFE

    With one foot in the future
    And one foot in the past
    Let us try to live our days
    As though each was our last.

    FREEDOM

    America has survived all attempts to destroy
    Knowing the cruelty of war
    And, we who remain
    Must help keep her free
    For those who can march no more!

    A GOOD POEM

    A good poem paints a picture
    For both your heart and brain.
    It doesn’t need a second chance
    To make its meaning plain.

    HOW LUCKY I’VE BEEN

    Wise men learn more from watching fools
    Than fools do from watching wise men.
    I should know for I’ve been both.
    I can ‘t believe how lucky I’ve been.

    BIRDS

    Birds are really quite remarkable
    When left alone to do their thing.
    We have robbed their eggs and plucked their plumage
    And yet they continue to sing.

    FAITH

    Our confidence and trust in a higher power
    Helps guide us through every moment and hour.
    Fidelity to ones promise and observance of law
    Lets our Lord know we heed his call.

    HISTORY

    Some have asked why must we study history;
    It just encourages us to live in the past.
    When we forget history we repeat its mistake
    As the outcome of humanity is cast.

    RESOLUTE

    May God continue to bless America
    Refusing evil, the upper hand.
    It’s up to us to stay resolute
    Defending the liberty of Man.

    FORGIVE ME

    I love you and I need you
    It’s a fact and not a lie
    So if you plan to punish me
    Say anything, but good bye.

    FRIENDSHIP

    Better is a good friend in the house next door
    Than brothers and sisters who are far away.
    The spirit of man needs the help of its friends
    To face all the problems of each fleeting day.

    SPRING

    Gone till next year, are winters cold days of chill
    While the fever of love hits the ground on the run.
    There’s heavenly splendor wherever we look
    As earth is warmed by the rays of the sun.

    FLOWERS

    King Solomon spoke of earth’s flowers in the Bible
    And that where they appear the birds begin to sing.
    The voices of love can be heard across the land
    And that lilies and roses are a sacred thing.

    LOVE & ELECTRICITY

    Love and electricity are a lot alike
    For we never seem to miss them till their gone.
    We need both, every day of our life,
    And even more so between twilight and dawn.

    SMILE

    The one thing that goes the furthest
    Towards making our lives more worthwhile
    Which costs the least but does the most
    Is the sight of a friendly smile.

    ADVICE

    Those who wish to advise others
    Should practice what they preach
    For their pupils need inspiring
    To listen to what they teach.

    MY WIFE

    Heaven won’t be heaven
    If I don ‘t see you there
    May the first to go
    Be me, is my prayer.

    FLIGHT

    Nothing else man can conceive
    Is more luring than God’s sky.
    To be as one with the stars
    Is the wish of all who fly.

    TWILIGHT

    The twilight is first evening’s bell
    A time of peace when all is well.
    Another day has come and gone
    Not to return until the dawn.

    EYES OF LOVE

    Eyes that twinkle, I distrust
    For they are the distant stars.
    Eyes in love have a steady glow
    Like Venus, the Moon or Mars.

    MY FAVORITE POET

    My favorite poet is our father of love
    Who was first to know us before birth.
    His poetry prolongs every thing we love
    As his deliverance gives life its worth.

    INTEGRITY

    What Satan has planned for our harm
    Integrity will transform to good.
    Adhering to morals gives us peace
    Teaching us to respond, as we should.

    FORMIDABLE FOE

    America is the birthday cake of earth
    As the ants march from every direction.
    Thank God for all who have sworn to defend her
    Serving with love, honor, pride and affection.

    PEACE

    War is an emotional release for man
    Practiced since the first stones were cast.
    Could it be nature’s way of thinning the numbers
    As the fallen are consumed by the past.

    ORDINARY MOMENTS

    Even ordinary moments
    Aren’t the same any more.
    Together we have so much
    To plan, accomplish and explore.

    DIVINE INTERVENTION

    What would our world become
    Without intervention from above?
    Angry beings in a revolving cage
    With no sense of passion or love.

    AMERICAN SOLDIER

    Our soldiers line up to be remembered
    As the best of the best at their job.
    They wish to be needed and depended on
    To save all we love from the mob.

    They risk their life and limb for liberty
    Standing firm against evil unwilling to break.
    To be part of something greater than themselves
    They are willing to sacrifice whatever it will take.

    MYSTICAL JOURNEY

    After death who will miss us
    When to heaven we have gone?
    Will family cry our name in tears
    As in their hearts we live on?

    WAR

    When war breaks out, boundaries change
    And all who die are a token
    Of the rage that must run it’s course
    Before words of peace are spoken.

    LOVE

    Love, indeed, descends from heaven,
    Like a shooting star across the sky.
    Love sometimes stirs the dust
    Till tears fall free from the eye.

    FAME

    Those who wish to be, not forgotten,
    Just days after they’re dead and gone
    Must write such things worth remembering
    Or commit acts, worth passing on.

    ROSES

    The poet Horace once expressed
    That roses were worth more than grain
    Seed fills a hungry man’s stomach
    Where roses feed his heart and brain.

    SEPTEMBER 11th

    We shall seek them out wherever they may hide
    Street by street, house-by-house, cave by cave.
    They will be eradicated from the face of the earth
    By the righteous, the loyal and the brave.

    THE SEED OF LOVE

    The Lord planted love within mankind’s heart
    Though things can grow sour when from” Him” we depart.
    Love and hate are but two sides of life’s golden coin
    So be ready for both no matter whom you join.

    CONSCIENCE

    Our conscience makes us righteous
    It’s a whisper of god in man.
    For without it we’re mere puppets
    Who dance to the devil’s hand.

    SORROW

    Sorrow is better than laughter
    For by grieving, we’re improved.
    Blessed be all who morn
    Till from sadness they’re removed

    OUR FLAG

    Wars were waged where brave men died
    As patriots fought side by side.
    Our flag is still the pearl of earth
    Because of those who prove her worth.

    TROUBLES

    Mankind is born from a woman’s womb
    With a short life that’s full of trouble.
    Faith is our refuge in times of woe
    For without it our troubles double.

    FRIENDSHIP

    Better is a good friend in the house next door
    Than brothers and sisters who are far away.
    The spirit of man needs the help of its friends
    To face all the problems of each fleeting day.

    WISDOM AND KNOWLEDGE

    The wise listen to increase their learning
    Where the scorners of wisdom close their mind.
    The hearts of the prudent gather knowledge
    For a soul without grace becomes confined.

    WHY?

    The biggest question of life is “why?”
    The wrath of man is always in season
    Why is our world the way it is
    Like a tragic poem without rhyme or reason.

    THE MOON

    From the very first time man took refused
    And peered out at the moon in the night.
    Acts of love, lust, hate and human sorrow
    Have been committed in the presence of its light.

    THE ARMOR OF GOD

    Eagerly plotting to disrupt God’s works
    Evil swallows up souls like the shifting sand.
    The armor of God is our divine protection
    Shielding every child, woman, and man.

    POLITICIANS

    Most of the time as a politician stands up
    Along with the truth, their brain sits down.
    Promising anything and everything to anyone
    While posing to the public, to be on common ground.

    LOVE CONSUMES ALL

    Love consumes all physical functions
    Hearing, taste, touch, thought and smell.
    It can heal, destroy, weaken or bond
    Those caught in its presence and spell.

    PASSION AND LOVE

    Thank heaven for passion and love
    Blessings from God to man.
    Without them we’re mere creatures
    Subsisting like ants in the sand.

    SHOULD TOMORROW START WITHOUT ME?

    Should tomorrow start without me
    Be proud I choose to serve
    Our faith and our patriotism
    Earn the freedom we deserve.

    SATISFACTION

    No one finds satisfaction from serving themselves
    Contentment takes place, by our unselfish concern.
    The more we repent and regret our wrongs
    The more we are able to retain what we learn.

    All Quotes By
    Tom Zart

  • 18 Tom Zart // Jul 8, 2008 at 9:53 pm

    INTO THE TEETH of THE DOG

    All through history man was born to struggle
    Surviving nature, disease, greed, and war.
    Since his conception he has remained the same
    Choosing to serve evil or good as before.

    Our boys and girls face the teeth of the dog
    In hot spots all over our earth.
    They leave their families and all they love
    To protect and preserve what liberty is worth.

    The foes they face are the mad dogs of man
    With a desire to kill, disfigure and enslave.
    They sing and dance to the death of others
    Teaching principles of hate till the grave.

    Support our troops who battle the horde
    While we live the good life back home.
    When you see a soldier show them your smile
    Say “hello we love you and your not alone.”

    By Tom Zart

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  • 20 Conservative Poet Tom Zart // May 21, 2009 at 12:25 am

    THEY SERVE TO PRESERVE

    They serve to preserve our forefathers dreams,
    Prayers, visions and determination.
    Risking all in pursuit of fulfillment of duty
    To God, freedom, faith, honor and nation.

    Despite dismemberment, death and loneliness
    Patriots enlist to safeguard our flag.
    With honor, faith, purpose and courage
    They battle the sadistic that brag.

    Throughout Man’s past as a creature of Earth
    War has always plagued his expectance.
    Greed, hate, fear, envy and rage
    Have overruled rapture and repentance.

    David was a soldier who lived by his faith
    Which gave him the will to become brave.
    He stood up to terror and toppled the giant
    Leaving Goliath headless and alone in his grave.

    David’s call thrives in hearts of man today
    Shielding liberty from the warmongers of hell.
    Facing down evil refusing to summit
    Ensuring freedom and justice are alive and well.

    Those of us blessed by the safety of home
    Must remember the sacrifice of the few.
    Run up your flag and show your support
    For the heroes of the red white and blue.

    By Conservative Poet
    Tom Zart
    Most Published Poet
    On The Web

  • 21 Conservative Poet Tom Zart // Jun 26, 2009 at 11:13 am

    WHERE ARE THE SOLDIERS

    Where are the soldiers who march in line?
    Where are the soldiers every color and kind?
    Where are the soldiers who made their moms cry?
    Where are the pilots who face death in the sky?

    Where are the soldiers born brave of heart?
    Where are the girls and boys that part?
    Serving our country with their future on the line
    Battling the enemies of freedom of mind.

    All of us are soldiers with missions of our own
    We do what we do as history is sown.
    Support our troops who we love and adore
    Support our troops with prayers, letters and more.

    Where are the soldiers so far, far away?
    How many will perish no one can say.
    Where are the soldiers we love night and day?
    Deployed world over to keep evil at bay.

    By Conservative Poet
    Tom Zart
    Most Published Poet
    On The Web

  • 22 Conservative Poet Tom Zart // Jun 26, 2009 at 11:14 am

    NEVER BE AFRAID TO BE PROUD of AMERICA

    America, the abundant, the place I was born
    I’ll cherish till the day I die.
    Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground
    Who loved her the same as I.

    Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky
    With prairies where the green grasses grow.
    There’s billions of trees where wild birds nest
    With creatures that flourish below.

    That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
    As raindrops or crystallized snow;
    Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
    While the winds of our seasons blow.

    There’s the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train
    Racing on ribbons of steel
    With the harvest of farms and from the factories
    Balanced in a box on a wheel.

    Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall
    Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
    A statue in a harbor, a present from France
    Describes how, inside, we feel.

    That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
    Proves America’s dreams come true.
    A country of heroes who line up to protect
    The past, the present and the few.

    We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
    Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
    Safeguarding our borders and system of life
    As our forefathers sacrificed before.

    Never be afraid to be proud of America
    And march with the brave, faithful and just.
    Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
    Standing firm to preserve what we trust.

    By Conservative Poet
    Tom Zart
    Most Published Poet
    On The Web

  • 23 Conservative Poet Tom Zart // Jun 29, 2009 at 11:47 pm

    WHERE ARE THE SOLDIERS

    Where are the soldiers who march in line?
    Where are the soldiers every color and kind?
    Where are the soldiers who made their moms cry?
    Where are the pilots who face death in the sky?

    Where are the soldiers born brave of heart?
    Where are the girls and boys that part?
    Serving our country with their future on the line
    Battling the enemies of freedom of mind.

    All of us are soldiers with missions of our own
    We do what we do as history is sown.
    Support our troops who we love and adore
    Support our troops with prayers, letters and more.

    Where are the soldiers so far, far away?
    How many will perish no one can say.
    Where are the soldiers we love night and day?
    Deployed world over to keep evil at bay.

    THEY SERVE TO PRESERVE

    They serve to preserve our forefathers dreams,
    Prayers, visions and determination.
    Risking all in pursuit of fulfillment of duty
    To God, freedom, faith, honor and nation.

    Despite dismemberment, death and loneliness
    Patriots enlist to safeguard our flag.
    With honor, faith, purpose and courage
    They battle the sadistic that brag.

    Throughout man’s past as a creature of earth
    War has always plagued his expectance.
    Greed, hate, fear, envy and rage
    Have overruled rapture and repentance.

    David was a soldier who lived by his faith
    Which gave him the will to become brave.
    He stood up to terror and toppled the giant
    Leaving Goliath headless and alone in his grave.

    David’s call thrives in hearts of soldiers today
    Shielding liberty from the warmongers of hell.
    Facing down evil refusing to summit
    Ensuring freedom and justice are alive and well.

    Those of us blessed by the safety of home
    Must remember the sacrifice of the few.
    Run up your flag and show your support
    For the heroes of the red, white and blue.

    By Conservative Poet
    Tom Zart
    Most Published Poet
    On The Web

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