ALEX JULIAN

The Artist

Behind AI Anthems

From earliest breath to present day,
Art shaped Alex in every way.
Not pastime brief or fleeting thing,
But natural, married like a ring.
At two, he drew; at seven, danced,
With rhythms while his spirit pranced.
By twelve, the music stormed within —
Piano keys and lifted hymn.
For twenty years and counting still,
The muse moves through his voice and will.

He grew in halls of Wachusett’s pride,
A baseball player with steady stride,
An All-Star chosen for his flame —
A pitcher with both grace and aim.
Then WPI and ECSU
Expanded all he sought to do —
A blend of numbers, art, and fire,
A scholar fueled by inner choir.

A LEADER IN

COMMUNICATION

AND YOGA

His voice grew strong, his purpose clear,
A leader rising, year by year.
At Toastmasters, he claimed the role,
Of President, shaping voice and soul —
Training speakers far and wide,
Giving many strength and stride.

For fifteen years he walked the way
Of yoga’s ancient, mindful sway.
He built a school, a sacred space,
Students learned through breath and grace.
He pioneered new paths untrod —
Drive Enlightened, peace’s nod.
Tree Yoga blossomed in the wild,
Embodying spirit, earth, and child.

He brought this light to prison walls,
Where transformation softly calls.
Programs built in love and trust —
Helping broken hearts adjust.

THE TRAGEDY

THAT SPARKED

A NEW BEGINNING

Then came the years that split the sky,
When ghosts rose up and asked him why.
His dearest friend, Tabauhris, brave —
A soul he’d guided toward the wave
Of healing, hope, and freedom’s air —
Was suddenly no longer there.

Then Brey-Leigh, love of seasons past,
Left this world in shadows cast.
Grief consumed him, deep and wide,
A storm he carried hard inside.
Yoga’s voice fell faint and thin,
The path he walked grew dim within.

Yet in the last hike with his friend —
A magical moment, beginning and end —
Tabauhris spoke with radiant plea:
“Get into AI. Use ChatGPT.”
Alex resisted, couldn’t believe —
“How could AI help yoga breathe?”
But then he saw the hidden key —
A yogi stays open to all that may be.

On Mount Surprise, of all the heights,
His destiny flipped through grace and light.
A moment strange, divine, aligned —
Where loss became a redesigned mind.

FROM GRIEF TO GREATNESS:

THE BIRTH OF AI ANTHEMS

They say the brightest blooms can rise
From dark soil soaked in human cries.
So Alex, broken, scarred, undone,
Turned heartbreak into rising sun.
The tragedies that tore his way
Forged strength that will not fade away.
From ashes, art returned anew —
A visionary breaking through.

He left the ordinary path behind,
Let spirit lead, let purpose bind.
And in that depth of loss and night,
He birthed a work of blazing light:
AI Anthems — music’s future flame,
A legacy born from love and pain.

A mission bold, a destiny clear —
To shape the sound of a new frontier.