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

I have finally published my first two volumes of my "Walk With Dann Collection". I procrastinated long enough. Both are available as eBooks on all devices and formats such as Kobo, Kindle, Amazon, etc. Paperback editions on Amazon.com. Hope you all enjoy!

​ There isn't a prison in the Western world that doesn't have the gang of "Muslim Brotherhood". And every single jailhouse Muslim is one just to get better food and special treatment.  Every Blood or Cripp gang member I have met in all my years claim to be Muslim.  And then they sell guns and heroin for the very people who want us dead. Muslim Brotherhood is not a new thing. No more than the Aryan Brotherhood is new. BOTH are using labels to  promote their drugs and arms dealing.  Now, in the case of the M.B., just by selling guns and heroin are they not being contradictory to their "PEACEFUL" so-called religion? False Muslims. Low life gang members hiding behind a Pedophilia religion to get rich off the destruction of their neighbours and funnel money back to ISIL, Taliban and other such low life scum. The A.N. members are no better. I have a colourful history and those who know me well know I have deep ties with multiple gangs. What I say to ...

I cry at night. I cry during daylight hours, also.   But my daylight tears are dry and concealed by fake smiles and forced humour.  My nighttime tears are lonely for they escape while no other person is near.  They are like tiny fugitives sneaking from my eyes,  burning pathways of despair and shame. Leaving damp roadways of pain and guilt as they trickle down my face and splash painfully onto my chest to form a tiny pool of anguish in the indentation directly above my heart. Since my unplanned birth that fifth day of October, 1957, I have cried.  Are newborns aware of what their lives are to be?  Was I aware that my parents would nickname me "Boo Boo"? The constant reminder that my existence was a nusence. An unplanned mistake most likely the result of intoxicated fueled lust. Did infant Danny know that day that he was not wanted?  That of the three children of Mr. and Mrs. H.Verner it would be he who would be tossed to the wolves ...

I am a connoisseur of real music. I am 58 years old and many are surprised at the genre of music I listen to. I do listen to all era's of music, but my everyday is who I speak of in this 'Walk With Dann'. By 'real', I mean music in which there is lyrics that actually convey a message or story.  Do not see much of that nowadays in this 'so-called' hip hop/rap genre.  A song is meant to convey a message or enlighten one's  inner soul. Musician's were and are "minstrels".  Minstrel defined by the dictionary as, " singer who performed songs whose lyrics told stories of different places or of existing or imaginary events.   Although minstrels told their own tales, often they would memorize and embellish the works of others ". Who are the top few I consider minstrels?  Here are a few that I have mad respect for what they are speaking to the youth of today. Ill Bill and his brother Necro Vinnie Paz Yelaw...