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Brenton Brown BioBrenton Brown grew up in Cape Town, south Africa.He later on studied in Oxford, england and the reason of this was to get the attention of a much larger church of young worship leaders at the first Vineyard UK recordings. The songs " Come now is the time" and "who are thirsty" was not a bad start on the beginning of his career. These were only his first recordings as a solo artist. During that time Brenton was a worship leader in his home town in South Africa for so many years. ' The Lord got a hold of me while I was studying polotics and law in Cape Town. After confronted by the power of the gospil at a Bible study. I threw my lot in with a
Life or deathThe day darkened and the pain grew. All of my friends through out time
suround me. They try to help as much as they can. I can hear my friends
and family on the other side. i dont want to go just yet. I'm still
pregnent with a litter on the way. as I lay in my human form trying to
grab as much air as I can, the thought of my twins and my litter soon on
their way come to my mind. Wounds from past battles re-open and blood
pooring out. It's getting very hard to see now. I became in this state
because of my erge to bring back my friend from the died. I gave them
part of my own life force and power for them to live again. Because of
poemAmy the dragon walked on the beach
With eyes as blue as the sea
And scales shinning bright
Upon the morning light
She was a beautiful sight
Upon the lights array
With a smile on her face
That never went away
She was a nice girl
Always sweet as can be
Helping others in any way
To brighten up their spirits for the day.
And upon a beautiful afternoon
A fire had broken out upon a village
With rage in dragon's eyes it was Amy
She took her life along with many others on that day.
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
What Am I? Lingering in that photo...
In that simple shot (still, I feel the bullet there)
I look, and I see a woman.
I am not a woman.
I have never worked for a lifestyle,
given birth for an allowance
I have never truly loved a man.
I am not a woman.
I do not have the means to
to wake, feel the calling..(oh, it calls, but I do not answer)
and move, move, move
until I reach a place of
I am not a woman.
Sometimes, I still take the
of my childhood and
place it on shoulders of
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