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Born Unto Trouble
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In Search of the Goddess
I wander through quiet woods, tears of frustration and anguish streaming down my face. I feel lost and afraid, but something pushes me to blindly venture into the unknown.  I stumble over roots and hear the crunching of gravel and hardened soil beneath my feet as I hurriedly make my way into the dark forest. I feel a force that is propelling me onward, and yet I do not know where it is I’m going. Finally I fall to my knees amid a bed of flowers, unable to run any further. I look up into the night sky, the pale moonlight cascading across wisping clouds. Nothing but the sound of a calm breeze flowing through the leaves penetrates the sile
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Preparations
This is the big day, I thought to myself. After all this time of running through the shadows, the princess and I would finally be able to let our love be known to the world. And on her birthday, no less. I sat at the edge of my bed, staring down at my hand as I watched a pale red energy crackle from my palm. I balled my fist, letting the energy dissipate as I stood up and walked to my closet. I put on my best suit, a deep black leather armor with rose-golden accents. This was quite a special occasion, after all. Once I had put on all my armor, I put my bow and quiver on my back and slid my daggers into their sheathes. This may be a day of f
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Bitter Cold
The bitter cold seeps through my leather My hands begin to numb Yet my cigarette beckons me to stay out with her I watch the smoke float away in wisps, and I wonder If they float to my love As I dream I could My love stays so distant, her form like a sentinel Watching from the horizon Always reassuring I long to feel her warmth next to me My head upon her soft, ebony bosom Carrying my mind into heavenly nights I know my love will be with me soon Yet my sullen eyes stray to my watch Whose hands move through tar pits of longing So I light another cigarette, and brush ashes from my leather A ritual to pass the time Until my love warms me fr
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There Is A War Going On For Your Mind
Media mavens mount surgical strikes from trapper keeper collages and online magazine racks Cover girl cutouts throw ups pop-up ads infecting victims with silicone shrapnel Worldwide passenger pigeons deploy paratroopers, now it's raining pornography Lovers take shelter Post-production debutantes pursue you in NASCAR chariots They construct ransom letters from biblical passages and bleed mascara into the holy water supplies There is a war going on for your mind Industry insiders slang test tube babies to corporate crack heads They flash logos and blast ghettos Their embroidered neckties say "Stop Snitching" Conscious rappers and whistle-blow
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Sad and Lonely (Agony)
My pain is constant. My pain is sharp. I may put on a fake smile and tell people "everything is going great", but that is only a lie; a rouse to keep them from worrying about me. I am unable to escape this torment. I am lonely. I'm so lonely, it scares me. I fear this loneliness will be catastrophic. I look into myself and see only pain in my heart. I do not long for a time gone by. I do not wish for what I once had. I wish only for something that will end my suffering. I long for love. Ah yes, love. That elusive concept that has been absent from my life for so long. The feeling that almost seems foreign at this point; an idea that almost fee
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War Never Changes
War. War never changes. Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage. In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation. But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war never changes. In the early day
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I
In Search of the Goddess
I wander through quiet woods, tears of frustration and anguish streaming down my face. I feel lost and afraid, but something pushes me to blindly venture into the unknown.  I stumble over roots and hear the crunching of gravel and hardened soil beneath my feet as I hurriedly make my way into the dark forest. I feel a force that is propelling me onward, and yet I do not know where it is I’m going. Finally I fall to my knees amid a bed of flowers, unable to run any further. I look up into the night sky, the pale moonlight cascading across wisping clouds. Nothing but the sound of a calm breeze flowing through the leaves penetrates the sile
P
Preparations
This is the big day, I thought to myself. After all this time of running through the shadows, the princess and I would finally be able to let our love be known to the world. And on her birthday, no less. I sat at the edge of my bed, staring down at my hand as I watched a pale red energy crackle from my palm. I balled my fist, letting the energy dissipate as I stood up and walked to my closet. I put on my best suit, a deep black leather armor with rose-golden accents. This was quite a special occasion, after all. Once I had put on all my armor, I put my bow and quiver on my back and slid my daggers into their sheathes. This may be a day of f
B
Bitter Cold
The bitter cold seeps through my leather My hands begin to numb Yet my cigarette beckons me to stay out with her I watch the smoke float away in wisps, and I wonder If they float to my love As I dream I could My love stays so distant, her form like a sentinel Watching from the horizon Always reassuring I long to feel her warmth next to me My head upon her soft, ebony bosom Carrying my mind into heavenly nights I know my love will be with me soon Yet my sullen eyes stray to my watch Whose hands move through tar pits of longing So I light another cigarette, and brush ashes from my leather A ritual to pass the time Until my love warms me fr
T
There Is A War Going On For Your Mind
Media mavens mount surgical strikes from trapper keeper collages and online magazine racks Cover girl cutouts throw ups pop-up ads infecting victims with silicone shrapnel Worldwide passenger pigeons deploy paratroopers, now it's raining pornography Lovers take shelter Post-production debutantes pursue you in NASCAR chariots They construct ransom letters from biblical passages and bleed mascara into the holy water supplies There is a war going on for your mind Industry insiders slang test tube babies to corporate crack heads They flash logos and blast ghettos Their embroidered neckties say "Stop Snitching" Conscious rappers and whistle-blow
S
Sad and Lonely (Agony)
My pain is constant. My pain is sharp. I may put on a fake smile and tell people "everything is going great", but that is only a lie; a rouse to keep them from worrying about me. I am unable to escape this torment. I am lonely. I'm so lonely, it scares me. I fear this loneliness will be catastrophic. I look into myself and see only pain in my heart. I do not long for a time gone by. I do not wish for what I once had. I wish only for something that will end my suffering. I long for love. Ah yes, love. That elusive concept that has been absent from my life for so long. The feeling that almost seems foreign at this point; an idea that almost fee
W
War Never Changes
War. War never changes. Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage. In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation. But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war never changes. In the early day
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Men dream. But dreams hold no value here. What was first the bright light of hope has now turned into a long night of captivity. Lost in the dark, we surrender our minds and forget who we are. But some of us have woken up. They remind us that we all have a choice. To stand, not kneel. To oppose, not obey. To live, not just exist.
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Hi Cruxician ヾ(o・∀・o)ノ゙
Thank you for the fav ! 
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Thank you so much for the fave Hug 
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Tq for the fav! ^_^
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