This is just a place where I keep some of the poetry I’ve written over the years. Some of it is about me, some of it is about my friends, family, and loved ones. Some of it is about people I’ve never met. Some of it is about stories I’ve heard over the course of my life. There are many themes throughout, but the tying theme is universal equality and true liberation.

This is just a collection of some of the poems I’ve written over the years, about the many emotions, dreams, desires, and destinies inherent to existing in this world. I write about the many ways the world around us affects us and how we in turn affect it.

This is a collection of songs I’ve written, on topics such as love, rebellion, hope, pain, oppression, solidarity, desire, and more.

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Lost in the depths of the Lady Evelyn-Smoothwater Provincial Park, Ranger Kates meets a mysterious hermit who may very well have a connection with the decade-old legend of the Ghost of Ontario.

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Ranger Kate wants only one thing: to see her son, whom she lost to a canoe accident ten years ago. The opportunity comes when she and her partner, Ranger Amelia, attend the 24-Hour Ghost of Ontario Challenge in the Lady Evelyn-Smoothwater Provincial Park. Legend has it that a ghost haunts it with his mysterious lullaby, "Lucilla", and the only way to connect with him is for two individuals to brave the lakes.

Ihaan never expected to find Ranger Kate on Red Squirrel Lake, said to be the birthplace of the ghost. He and his eagle friend, Ro, band together to win her trust, which is crucial for Ihaan's Guardian Trial. It's the only way for him to learn whether he is truly dead or not.

Fate turns to reality, and suddenly, the legend of the ghost is more real than Ihaan and Kate think. What will happen when the Spirit Animals come and try to interfere with their long-lost memories? Will Kate and Ihaan defeat them, or will they lose themselves to the hands of Ontario's Beast?

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*Ihaan is pronounced "I-an".*

*Based on a canoeing trip I took with my family to Lady Evelyn-Smoothwater Provincial Park!*

Word Count: 7,000-7,500

In the burrows of the NightmareWhere Justice naked is,life watches from the shadowAnd the stars go squawkingbut Life remains a blessingNo winter without a springbeyond the dark horizon a brighter dayFor those who leave us for a whileOut of a restless, care worn worldOur hearts will once more singa sun will always singand a sky will carry our heart into stars.

I am a dreamer, with aspirations that reach for the distant stars. I imagine all ascended possibilities beyond the mere conscious mortal constraints of reality, envisioning a better future and striving to manifest it through my actions.

Spirituality merges with dark fantasy in a poetic and thrilling way!The book is a mix of prose & poetry and is written in 'Theatre Play' - old ballad style.In this first spiritual fantasy thriller stand-alone sequel, Drakko, a common young man ending his career, meets the One that sparks his inner journey. As Drakko’s spiritual journey began long ago without him even knowing, the encounter hastens his progression, and the many worlds slowly start to become One.Embarking on the last job, difficulties faced test his inner strength, and bring him to places – inside and out – he did not even dare to imagine…Bear witness to his transformation; find the clues pointing to Yourselves, and see what happens to Those that Think they’ve found It while their search for the Truth has barely begun!

Pris Parker and the Door County Ghost is a work of historical fiction. Most of the action takes place in or around Jacksonport, in Door County, Wisconsin. The time period is the calendar year 1918, during the last phase of World War I. Woodrow Wilson was President.

Trouble is brewing in the usually quiet village of Jacksonport. Big trouble. Misfortune, mayhem, and thievery.

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No part of this work was created with Artificial Intelligence (AI). It is all the original ideation and writing from 2014 through 2023 by Stephen C. Allen.

Copyright 2023 Stephen C. Allen

hey guys, how are you ? I’m Avisha Rasminda. eighteen years old. right now i’m going to tell all of you, what i have been thinking about world,mind,people,nature.Alright then let’s start this. okay again i’m Avisha Rasminda. this is all about my mind, what i thinking about world,mind,people,naturethis is a mind story. fist of all i don’t know how to say this.it’s like a mess to me, to my mind (do you understand what i mean right ? ) anyway i don’t understand any of this, about this life. about this world , those people and specially one is minds and nature.actually every day of my life i was thinking about these things. life is like a circle.( this’s circle shits) don’t you get that ah ? what the fuck are we doing here (in this world) ah ? ( sorry for that) really i don’t understand what we doing here. that’s what i’m saying listen carefully, therefore i like to call it ‘connected to the nature’.first, i’m gonna tell about people, theyare all fake. ( you’ll understand that soon ) Second, World — i’m still thinking about it.Third, Mind & Nature — Hmm.. okay It’s like ah.. it’s like illusion to me. ( EVERYTHING). really i don’t know why is that but my mind , my body everything like a i don’t know… i don’t know it’s all fake right ah ( don’t you feel that way ) alright anyway MiNd Is A PoWeR fUlL PlAcE.just remember about your life ( is it feel sad or great)but about that matter i’m feel sad about this whole life , i don’t know why is that and i can’t tell you about that matter. you have to understand on your own way. because to me life is like prison also mind ,my mind like … , it’s always tying to over thinking about everything. i think i can’t stop that no because it’s hardly to stop but sometimes it’s suddenly stops. actually what is this life ah. please if you know the answer let me know. anyway i’m going to stop from here. good luck with your life. …

These are the lyrics to songs that I've written. Mostly about the struggle for universal liberation.

There is a land by faith I’ve seen

Where skies no clouded regions know;

Where they know not the sorrows of time

and no shadows fall to blight the view

That land no want has ever known,

Nor pain nor sickness nor distress;

there, Death, the last enemy, is slain;

There those who meet shall part no more,

And those long parted meet again.

There’s a land far away..

Beyond these wild winds and gloomy skies,

Beyond Death’s cloudy portal,

There is a land where beauty never dies

And love becomes immortal;

A land whose light is never dimmed by shadow,

Whose fields are ever vernal,

Where nothing beautiful can ever fade,

But blooms for aye eternal.

Tears that is not visible to the naked eye,silent screams that no one can hear,

feeling of relentless distress,

Trapped with nowhere to turn,life is changing beyond our control,

someone else is pulling the strings,causing this deep ache in the bottom of our soul.

but remember, for every soul there is a soul that touches yours –Be it the slightest contact –

always there is a gleam of faith in the darkening sky;always there is a glimpse of brigther skiesTo brave the thickening ills of life;To make this life worthwhile.