After I made the web site, I realized that perhaps some people might be confused or surprised or offended at some of the poems included herein, and rightfully so, as well as a host of other emotions.  So, I decided that I should include a short essay to explain myself and my poetry, which I reiterate, is it's own entity by itself, and is in no way a reflection of me as a person.

    First, when I write poems, there are generally three things which motivate me.  First, there could be an overwhelming emotion or feeling which provokes me into expressing myself the best way that I know how.  Such is the case usually when it comes to matters of the heart, or matters of desire, or whatever else matters to me at that particular moment.  Examples of such motivation can be seen in I Cannot, Love (the first one), or The Hypocrite.
    Another factor of motivation could be writing about something which disturbs me or which I find intellectually important, something which has little to nothing to do with emotion and instead has everything to do with personal philosophy and ideological views of the world and of the things in this world.  Examples of this type of motivation are A Man, I Look Away, or Eternity.
    Lastly, the final motivation for writing poetry is for the sake of displaying my poetic versatility.  Perhaps by this I mean more that it is to demonstrate to myself that I'm not simply a one- or two-dimensional poet, but that I can write about a wide variety of topics and with a wide variety of styles and ranges.  Often such poems also satisfy a need to find pleasure in the things that I write while I'm writing them, so that rather than being therapeutic or cathartic or even simply just a philosophical statement, they are for pure enjoyment, if even only for myself.  Or, sometimes, the case is that I write a poem stemming from more than one motivation.  Perhaps the inspiration here may derive from a combination of wanting to express an emotion as well as a philosophical viewpoint, or perhaps it may be to express a viewpoint while at the same time making it a somewhat pleasurable poem.  An example of this type of motivation can be seen in the two Perfect Woman (1,2) poems, which are actually written as a single poem taken from two viewpoints, one a man's and one a woman's.  I leave it up to the reader to decipher the beliefs inherent in each poem, as well as to figure out which of the two viewpoints I support and which I exaggerate to the point of ridicule.  Another example of this type of work is one of the longest poems in this collection, The Hypocritical Bitch, which expresses not only an emotion about a particular topic, but also expresses a general idealistic philosophy about people in general.
    Of course, this is not to say that anything I write is the absolute truth or that it is irrefutable or undeniable; by no means would I ever assert infallibility at anything, especially at poetry.  Rather, the poems I write are reflections of the philosophy which either made most sense to me at the time of it's writing, or they are reflections of the philosophy which I dare to ridicule because I find it nonsensical and invalid.  Of course, every poem is subject to the reader's own interpretation, but each poem also has a distinct and definite meaning, at least to me, it's author, and if there's anything which needs to be further explained, I have lots of free time, email and I'll be more than happy to explain the significance of any poem or to explain why it is the way it is, or just to answer any questions at all.  I know this hasn't been the most in-depth and explanatory explanation, but simplicity goes a long way, and besides, I don't feel as if a truly in-depth explanation is required- I dare anyone to prove me wrong on this point, challenge me, make your own interpretations, debate my meanings; I thrive on that sort of challenge to my poetic license, if I may lay claim to one.
    And don't forget, it's just a poem; in the end, it only means what you want it to mean, and you only take from it what you want, just don't take it without asking me first, ok?  I just had to say that, sorry, I couldn't resist.  Anyways, in the words of Jerry Springer, take care of yourselves, and each other.

                                                                                    -Julian