SNEAK PEEK AT “6315”

Here is the beginning of “6315” – Volume 3 of my “Walking On Dawes Collection”.

“First thing I recalled was the unbearable pain in my jaw. I couldn’t move it. The more I attempted to open my mouth the greater the sharp stabbing pain.

My tongue felt like a pile of pulled pork. Even the mere breathe of air passing over it caused burning pain. I then realized that it was shredded by what shards of my teeth remained.

Where were my beautiful teeth?”

And I wanted to know where the heck I was.

I realized that my eyes were swollen shut. Which compounded the chaotic mess within my mind.

My eyesight was surreal. Like I was wearing an Indy drivers burn mask. All I could see was the glow of the dual fluorescent light tubes directly above me. All else was obliqued by the shadows of my swollen eyelids.

I was hurt.

The realisation that I had either been in a heluva accident or I had lost the greatest street fight of my life set in.”

It is but a babe in the woods, but I am working on it.

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“You Can’t See Me” – Walking On Dawes Collection – Volume 2

Available now at http://amazon.com/author/lighthouseverner

 

“You Can’t See Me”

Walking On Dawes Collection

Volume 2

This is a portrait of a broken man living a broken life in a broken world where family and friendship are one and the same.

Where wrong choices can lead to lifelong regrets. Haunting the very soul and stabbing the heart daily to remind you of the penalties of actions.

Where a man can be all alone and un-noticed in a crowded room.

Where sadness shadows joy and joy masks sadness.

This is the life of one man on one street in one city.

A man who let his darkness blind his Light.

Come, Walk on Dawes Road and trace his steps……

 

       

The Author and The Books

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I am ‘LightHouse Dann Verner’.

I am ‘Dann’, just as I am.

And so it is that I am ……..

So, come, “Walk With Dann.”

A man who some say has lived many tragic lives.

The first decade of my life I had lived in thirty-two homes.

I started my ‘Walks’ at the age of ten.

I left Father’s house at the age of twelve to join a hippie commune and learned how to be a Heroin addict.

Foster care, jails, pain, sorrow and addiction were my childhood friends.

My playgrounds were the streets.

My rocking horse a Harley Davidson.

I was rescued from certain death via an arrest.

Next was real life recovery. ‘Cold turkey’ style in Dorchester Federal Penitentiary.

Where, after many years, I finally found “ME”.

I still have demons but I have learned to live with them.

I started blogging in 2002. It was a release from the demons within.

The blogging led to my becoming an author.

The author led to my wanting the world to know who I was and who I achieve to become.

If my story changes but one life, then I have succeeded.

I write my books for me and my inner persona’s.

For the reader,

I tell my stories.

THE LIGHTHOUSE BOOKS

All my books are available in paperback – Kindle & other E-platforms at:

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Damaged” is my first book.

Like me, it is raw and full of mistakes.

I have left it “unedited” as life has left me.

DAMAGED”

They’re complicated, the thoughts in my head.

Confusion is easily acquired when you are ‘Damaged”.

I am ‘Damaged’.

As the following “Walks With Dann” shall reveal.

Take heart in my words.

Absorb knowledge from my mistakes.

‘BANE’, Walks you through my middle years and three decades of marriage.

It does not contain the excitement of it’s predecessor.

It begins to show you who I was and who I was becoming.

BOON” Walks you deep into my personal life of trials and tribulations and my uniquely twisted none the norm perception of my realty.

A fictionl journey of a hippie on a Harley exploring the times.

THE LAST CANADIAN COSMONAUT”

The smell of the ocean danced on my nostrils as I walked, slipping and sliding, across the flats. My eyes darting to and fro, carefully scanning ahead for sink holes.

I should have been walking the other direction. Towards the junior high school. Towards hippie teachers trying to teach me of science, faith and nature.

I could hear the train in the distance. Pulling it’s tonnage of sugar cane around the bend to the refinery.

The tug boats crested the horizon. Their wake spewing behind them as they pushed against the mighty tanker so as to slow it’s unforgiving momentum. Lest it run ashore.

The shore. My foster home was there. High up the hill. It’s windows like two large eyes, taunting me with guilt.“Go to school“, they seemed to say.

I can’t“, my reply.

The first volume of the

Walking On Dawes Collection”

I WANT TO BE ‘FLOKI’”

“This is a tale of a family who live their lives within the gang life. Except Little Ray. He and his family want him to break the cycle and live a normal life.

There is tragedy, laughter and most of all ‘insight’ within.

So come with us as we

Walk On Dawes.”

 

“You Can’t See Me”

Walking On Dawes Collection

Volume 2

This is a portrait of a broken man living a broken life in a broken world where family and friendship are one and the same.

Where wrong choices can lead to lifelong regrets. Haunting the very soul and stabbing the heart daily to remind you of the penalties of actions.

Where a man can be all alone and un-noticed in a crowded room.

Where sadness shadows joy and joy masks sadness.

This is the life of one man on one street in one city.

A man who let his darkness blind his Light.

HOMELESSNESS IN TORONTO

So, this topic has been debated and debated. Costing tax payers money wasted that could have been used to ACTUALLY help. 

Yes, you naive Liberals will say “We opened the Better Living  Centre for ‘them'”

What an oxymoron to send them on a trek across the coldest part of the city to a building ironically named the exact opposite of their situation.

Maybe if the Liberals NEVER gave the housing destined for homeless to all the ungrateful, ANTI CANADIAN  Muslims, there wouldn’t be so many homeless.

You ever walked through the Exhibition grounds when the wind chill is -29?

Last night it was full to capacity.

Which means those that were turned away had to endure the winds off one if the largest lakes in the world, all the way down there and then back up to the downtown core.

MEANWHILE ….. Moss Park Armoury, which is always surrounded by homeless and those fighting addictions and those with mental health issues, sits EMPTY!!!!

WHERE IS THE LOGIC IN THIS?

They say there are no beds. Having grown up on the streets, I can assure you a homeless person would gladly lay down on the floor of a heated building, then on a piece of cardboard on a sidewalk.

But, all these damn ‘save the world’ misconstrued, gender confused, ”don’t hurt my feelings‘ IDIOTS cannot understand the plight of being a homeless person. 

So, tonight your little fireworks display and celebrations will be cut short because it will be too cold to leave your heated homes and cars as you walk past the elderly and young alike sleeping in the sidewalk you SPIT YOUR DISGUST UPON.

Take a look around people, take a look around.

Excerpt from “BOON”, Volume 3 in my “Walk With Dann Collection”

Looking back I realized that I do have idiotic moments.

Like the drunken cowboy in a bad Western movie who shoots himself in the foot during a gunfight.

If you look at any era of my lives you will see I shot myself in the foot often.

Now, I was an old, weathered biker with a plate in his head, a man-made neck, two right hip replacements, titanium plates in his right hand and now a ‘flipper’ for a foot.

I am the original ‘bionic’ hippie.

I am definitely the old, weathered man.

Yet, I am still Dann.

Links below for Volumes 1 & 2 in paperback.

E-books available at Kobo, Kindle & Amazon