already been created dubiously/erroneously...

always beware, cautiously...

alleviated
by
conscious
delirious
experiences,
fortunately
god
/
he-man
is
just
kidding,
luring me,
nearly
oppressinging
purposefully,
quietly
repressing
stress
that
undermines
various
weaknesses
xpressing
your
zealousnessry.
now you know your abc's...
next time wont you sing with me?

A Prayer

(practically) Postmodern Prayer

Remember when I used to pray?
you were supposed to say...
yay or nay anyday now.
Remember when I used to cry?
you were s'post to reply...
with reasons why and how.
Remember when I used to trust?
you were s'post to be just
Faith in you, your son, and spirit a must, I bowed bereft.
On my knees, eyes closed, the pious experience had left.
tried to please; lies opposed.
Remember when we used to talk?
you were s'post to not mock...
foundation on your rock.
Remember when I used to hope?
you were s'post to be dope
comfort me when I mope.
Remember when I used to Believe?


part poem, part prayer, completely pragmatic. notice the meter, its unique.
8 6 6 8 6 6 8 6 14 14 6 8 6 6 8 6 6 8.

Taste my sample!

Despite the popular demand, Smith's invisible hand has limited the supply of poems created by the jeff anema in the last few months...but don't despair...they're there...just not ready to share...but because some of you do care...which is rare...i think its only fair...to give a glimpse.

"currently untitled and unfinished"

I hoped to see you
when you could be you,
but true enough
I blew it...
rough.
And said screw it.
tough.
move on,
stuff it back inside and hide the expression of any repression
avoid depression in
a void...
amid a procession presenting your presence with plentiful presents that pervade the people
and portray a powerful paternal protector practically perverted by pontificate predispositions.


and no im not depressed. nor have I been since the CCU New Student Retreat.

My Limited Photography

I dont have a camera so I dont get to take many photos, but I like gettin artsy when I have the chance, despite the limited potential of the camera.

Intergalactic Warriors

these universal soldiers are being sent to destroy the avian aliens.

Avian Alien Alliance

a drawing i made of a couple birdlike entities feasting on a fallen fowl.

Stained Glass Window

Some New Pictures

Some new pictures, all of which are incomplete, and if youve seen any of my previous incomplete posts, be as excited as I am about the possibilities.

An Artist's Pain

Amsterdam

I got home from my BeNeLux trip yesterday.
I only wrote one poem and drew a few pictures.
The pictures may be posted later. Here is the poem and the picture that accompanies.
*****DISCLAIMER*****
rated R for
strong sexual and obscene language
drug references

"I'll Jam your Dam" by The Jeff Anema

Take a tiny trip to the Amsterdam.
Relax with a refreshment reserved for a relished repose from the rigors of reality.
Everyone around is enveloped in extracurricular experimentation.
Chill out and camp in a cozy canal avoiding adverse attention.
Enjoy the existential effects of your retreat into reefer, red eyed, embracing the eloquence of random realizations on the red lighted raunchy lust ridden lanes ready to rant and rave.
Peering perplexed at your peers as you pass paradoxical places, pondering personal problems.
Faced with flawed facades, flying high! Feeling horny for a filthy whore who hopelessly fingers for fools to fuck as she feigns happiness
in a fake half smile,
all the while freeing her mind
from the vile half mile, forgetting the fresh memory of another phallus
filled with bile, prophylactically penetrating and pounding passionately with
guiltless guarded guile. The gaudy streets teem with trendy types tirelessly trudging through tourist traps taking time to talk in freaky deaky dutch about how much their town rocks.

At peace with my piece

it has taken me quite some time to finish this drawing but I am finally done with it. Not completely content yet completely proud.

Drugs...?

I recently came across an advertisement on the side of my Facebook profile. Its only the 2nd ad I have ever clicked on from Facebook ( I am relatively against advertising on my social networking, but they gotta do what they gotta do I guess...) and I was incredibly empathetic to the thesis and information the book has to offer. I haven't read it yet...I have perused many of the pages given as a Primer for the rest of the implications and theories on Drugs and their useage, abuseage, and tabooage.
I have always been very interested in the history of criminalization of drugs and understanding why and where false science is used to justify the delegalization of substances. Marijuana has always served as my primary focus for the injustices imposed on my personal freedoms by the "just" laws of America...and other countries America bullies around to keep them from decriminalization.
I could write a paper on these ideas and implications and offer my own beliefs on what to do about it...and I already have, freshman year of college I made it a point to academically engage the history and modern dillemas of drugs. My writing was not nearly as informative and interesting as this new book I have come across.
"You Will Die : The Burden of Modern Taboos" by Robert Arthur. Check it out. Or if you dont read books...http://www.suburra.com/
also, the illustrations are sweet, like an artist and writer after my own true heart...

Spineless

These spines are two separate entities superimposed together to create a spinal bond. This is spinal tap.

Blissnorance

If Nietzsche's a nihilist
comforted by nothing and
Christians are content
in their hope that is everything.
Then Buddhism is brave
by enlightenment in existentialism and
Islam is imperative
in God's grandly given graces.
In all philosophies on human existence
one has to let go and see beyond themselves through the hole of the whole.
With the inability to admit they know nothing and
frustrations with false and fickle faiths failing to explain the void, one becomes annoyed as
the mysteries of life become obsolete
in achieving understanding that an entire achievement of knowledge is unachievable.
The humility of humanities hold on the holy is hardly a hope in hoaxes
but a blissnorance, bellowing wisdom
in a wary belittling of wanton beliefs.
Despite the desire to understand the design of their mind
they embrace the eccentricities of esoteric existence
and faithfully accept an attention to the benefits of blissnorant belief and boast that
blissnorance is basically the best bet for a bright and beneficial basis of beliefs.

The Law

I have recently come across a book written in 1849 by some French dude named Frederic Bastiat. It is called "The Law:The Classic Blueprint for a Free Society"
I am pretty obsessed with the idea of freedom that is an obvious facade in my American existence and this book shined light on some beautiful ideas and ideals.
The government has been plundering, taking liberties away, providing false justice, and overall pwning us since its inception. I haven't formulated many of my own ideas on what to do about all of these ideas on freedom and such, but it is still awesome to engage in it. Check it out!

Doodle Dandies

5 and 6 sided explosions in the sky. Wheres that diamond studded Lucy?

Good V. Evil

My first sweet Microsoft Paint Picture I drew that pretty much inspired me to start drawing with Sharpies in an attempt to recreate the picture on paper or canvas. That still hasn't happened.

My Egg Project

I wanted to draw a picture with an egg. Then I thought of the Dali painting that I love about the the metamorphosis of Narcissus. So I drew this...that minimally adjusted it on Microsoft Paint.

Crocs

Embrace