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

They say I am tough, but yet, I feel so rough. This mask I wear has gotten me where? Like Kid rock says, “I’ve ate out of dumpsters and dined with Kings.” Like the clock shows, I have experienced many things. Yet, in sorrow I have walked my many roads. For the life I have lived was mostly alone. I am, therefore I think I have experienced pain and I have witnessed their sorrow. I hope that they can forgive me on the ‘morrow. For always in my heart I hold this sorrow. Perhaps I should have been born in a swamp. For an outlaw life seems what I want. I have buried my Mother and 98 friends. I wake each morning wondering, “WHEN?” FAMILY GANG-LIFE LIGHTHOUSE DANN VERNER SOCIETY THE LAST CANADIAN COSMONAUT THE ORIGINAL URBAN VIKING VIOLENCE

As I was walking about today, I realized how Blessed I was to live in such a blended infusion of nature and human construction.  Y ou think Toronto, being one of the largest cities in the world, and your mind automatically conjures a landscape of concrete, steel and pavement. Fact being,  Toronto is a jungle of such.  Phallic towers reaching for the celestial beyond.  Endless paved paths to more paved paths.  Hoards of trained sheep dancing to the elitists drum. I do not live in the concrete jungle.  I reside in the forest.  Surrounded by massive fields of grasses.  Walking in the shadows of tall swaying trees. Watching rabbits run through the multi coloured valleys. I live in Toronto. A city where even a litter filled gully looks beautiful in it’s own way. A   city of trees and intrusive dwellings can be seen through the scratched graffiti of a bus window.  Where nature shields vehicles from the...

Stress is killing me. Literally. Those who know me understand why I say this. Medically, since November 11th, 2016,  I have battled through nine kidney surgical procedures. Including one that became infected and resulted with damaging my heart. My first Laparoscopic Surgery My heart has been iffy since an electrical accident in 1989, whereas I suffered electrocution resulting in a major heart attack. For eighteen months I suffered with pericarditis. Then came 1999. The most tragic year of my life. During the month of February I noticed that with every step I took I felt a “shock” up my spine. On March the fourth it became so severe I attended the emergency department at my local hospital. March the fifth I was in surgery having my C2, C3, c5 and C6 dissected.  They used bone from my hip and Titanium Semple plates to re-build my neck. I was five foot nine before the surgery and five foot seven after. I passed away during the operation. After a forty ...

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 ...