Opinions and Thoughts of LightHouse Dann Verner - Just as he is!

I am con fused by all the confused people in this dawning of the Age of Confusion.  To comprehend what is happening in society these days is beyond my capabilities.  Society is confused and confusion is spreading like a plague.  We have the “ gender ” confused. I honestly do not get this one. You have a penis? You are ‘ male ‘ You have a vagina? BINGO, you are ‘ female ‘.  Born with both? You are a ‘ Hermaphrodite ‘. (There, problem solved.) ‘ Gender ‘ confusion is a term society is presently using to misconstrue ‘ sexual’  confusion. Teaching our ‘ maturity   underdeveloped ‘ youth that there is a complete alphabet of sexes is only adding to the stupidity of political correctness. ( Bring on the hate and anger. Regardless,  you know I am speaking truth.) Everyone is praying for a higher wage. I call this ‘ monetary’  confusion.  People think if we raise minimum wages and wages in general we will all have better ...

MI Corazon, MI Fuego Posted on   September 24, 2017  Orignally on lighthousedannverner@gmail.com by   LightHouse Dann Verner Can love be measured?  How does one measure an emotion? Perhaps it may be tallied by the unexpected embraces or the euphoria of the spontaneous kiss. I have grown to realize that there are many categories of ‘ love ‘. The most common being “ friendship ” love.   That emotion and comfort we all get from knowing a person has earned the love and the respect garnering the “ Friend ” label. “ LIFE”  love is a rarity.  It would be a disillusionment to believe the ‘ Love of Life’  resides in everyone. That is a privilege for the greater minority.  Some believe “ sex”  is “ Love “. ( It is not.  It is merely ‘sex’) Ironically,  there does exist “Love OF sex”.  Now, that is a humorous flaw in the human genetics.  The second most damaging love is “ Euphoric”  love. ...

As I sit here on this sunny Sunday gazing out at my beloved Scarborough – that East Side slab of the Greater Toronto Area, I ponder.  The GTA is famous for having as many trees as people.  Below is a few pictures of the average view from any point in this marvelous city within a city. As you can see, it’s a concrete jungle with a  green laced frock. People  forget to look around at times.  Walking their paths with their mind on their money and money on their mind.  Heads forcibly bent down waiting for the next electronic message. Blinded by the hustle and bustle of modern day survival.  Prisoners of busy lifestyle and the constant worry of “How will I make it till cheque day”. This saddens me.  I am a victim, also. Many days I sit on the balcony oblivious to the trees, the birds and even the squirrels dancing to and fro. Do the others hear the constant wail of sirens? I do. Each one bothers me as I am prejudiced into ...

So, here we are, August 24th, 2015. What a mind fart! I have been "Walking with Dann" for nigh on fifty-seven plus years now. Walking with a limp, mumbling when I speak and laughing when I can. We all have our own demons lurking on the back streets of our minds. We have all done good and bad. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, mine was the latter. Often I have spoken about my darkside and I do so out of the pride of knowing that I AM ACCOUNTABLE for my actions. I hold the responsibility for that which I have done. Just as I hold the guilt for the pain I have caused. Do you wonder who it is I have harmed the most? My family, my children. It has not been easy for them to grow in life with one such as I as a father figure. The Hippie, the Biker, the Electrician, the Gangbanger and The LightHouse. I have been stabbed, shot, beaten, tortured, kidnapped, imprisoned and - the worst of all - allowed to die seven times and have to return. My own personal Hell...

My life has been a twisted, almost paranormal trip. Many experiences that few have had the pleasure of living. Met tens of thousand various people of every walk there lays in life. I have been evil, I have been good. I have met unholy and walked with the Holy. I have been homeless and I have fed the homeless. I have died seven times and lived eight. I would not change a thing except maybe being able to sing.