These Are My Published Books To Date

Last week I published my third volume of my “Walking On Dawes Collection”
This collection shows how no matter how fantastic you believe ganglife to be, Miss Karma and her brother, Mr. Chaos always wins in the end.

Today I published “Unkz, A Canadian Cosmonaut” the fourth and final volume of my “Walk With Dann Collection”.

The last chapter of my life, or as I should say, my various lives.

I pray that my honesty and confessions will touch at least one soul and prevent them from making the wrong choices I have made.

All my works are available at https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B078JNX5WV

 

https://www.goodreads.com/LightHouseVerner

 

I write my books for me.

I tell my stories for my readers.

“I am not sure if my works are badly written good stories or well written bad stories.

Not too sure I care either way. I do care that, in my “Walk With Dann Collection”, I am telling my life as brutally truthful as possible. In shame and in honour.

I do care that my ‘stand alone’ books, such as “The Last Canadian Cosmonaut” touch your heart.

I pray that my other collection, “Walking On Dawes”, shows that the gang life, although often ‘exciting’, leads only to karma biting your buttocks.”

My Walk With Dann Collection

Volumes 1, 2 & 3

“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”

Walk With Dann Collection

Volume 1

“A Walk from my birth till I meet my second wife.”

It is rough, crude in fact, numerous format conversion errors.

I left It raw on purpose as a testament to the honesty of my words and work.

It contains humour, murder, explosions and motorcycles.

It may or may not be fictional or may even be non-fictional.”

‘BANE’

“Walk With Dann Collection

Volume 2”

“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”

“Walk With Dann Collection

Volume 3”

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

“Unkz, A Canadian Cosmonaut”

Volume 4 – Walk With Dann Collection

There are deeply complicated thoughts that haunt you, when you well know you are insane.

Insane by their standard.

I believe I am just Dann, just as I am.

I am not like others.

I am not them.

I am me.

Yet, there are multiple “me’s”.

And they are all I can or should be.

As the previous confessions of my life told within my first work, “Damaged, tells, I am, ‘broken‘

Began at birth.

Blue baby.

Unplanned child.

Unwanted but wanted.

And left to die before I had lived.

Only my deepest consciousness knows what I have experienced.

To keep my spirit alive my mind vaulted those days far in the depths of the encrypted memories.

Never to be re-lived.

Never to scar my soul once more.

Now, I am sixty-one years old and it is time for me to end this “Walk With Dann Collection” with this, my final volume.

To give closure to the three previous quarters of my numerous lives.

I am not soon to ascend.

But, my Walk With Dann Collection must contain a sincere final volume of my most innermost beliefs and thoughts.

For I cannot author them after I reach my own personal concept of Valhalla.

A final confession of both my rights and my wrongs.

I will utter exact truths, I will hold no quarter from exposing who I have become in the final quarter of a Canadian Cosmonaut’s life.

My life has been no different than yours.

My strife, my loves, my sorrows, my learning and my battlefield are far different than yours.

I present to you ………….

“Unkz, A Canadian Cosmonaut”

So, come, Walk With Dann.

“THE LAST CANADIAN COSMONAUT”

(My first ‘standalone book‘ and my personal favorite.)

“THE LAST CANADIAN COSMONAUT”

Here are the opening pages

“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.”

“Walking On Dawes Collection“

“I WANT TO BE ‘FLOKI’”

“Walking On Dawes Collection”

“Volume 1”

“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.”

“6315 – The Original Urban Viking”

“Walking On Dawes Collection”

“Volume 3”

Life can be unfair. It can be brutal.

Especially for an inner city young man growing up in the projects.

This is a tale of such a man. A man who walked many paths. Who made choices – good and bad. Who experienced love, hate, joy and sadness and bears the scars to show their result.

A man who chose the path of gang life over grade school classes. A man who’s rocking horse was a Harley Davidson. His playground was the streets. His graduation was held in a Federal Penitentiary.

A man who found remorse and regrets haunting him throughout his adulthood.

A man who wanted out.

A man who wished for peace in his soul and calmness in his heart.

His name,

“6315 – The Original Urban Viking”

AFTERWARD OR AFTERWORDS

AFTERWARD OR AFTERWORDS

WHY I WRITE

Many ask me why l write.

I write my books for me.

I tell my stories for my readers.

“I am not sure if my works are badly written good stories or well written bad stories.

Not too sure I care either way. I do care that, in my “Walk With Dann Collection”, I am telling my life as brutally truthful as possible. In shame and in honour.

I do care that my ‘stand alone’ books, such as “The Last Canadian Cosmonaut” touch your heart.

I pray that my other collection, “Walking On Dawes”, shows that the gang life, although often ‘exciting’, leads only to karma biting your buttocks.”

My Walk With Dann Collection

Volumes 1, 2 & 3

“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”

Walk With Dann Collection

Volume 1

“A Walk from my birth till I meet my second wife.”

It is rough, crude in fact, numerous format conversion errors.

I left It raw on purpose as a testament to the honesty of my words and work.

It contains humour, murder, explosions and motorcycles.

It may or may not be fictional or may even be non-fictional.”

‘BANE’

“Walk With Dann Collection

Volume 2”

“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”

“Walk With Dann Collection

Volume 3”

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

So, come, Walk With Dann.

“THE LAST CANADIAN COSMONAUT”

(My first ‘standalone book‘, my personal favorite.)

“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.”

“Walking On Dawes Collection“

 

“I WANT TO BE ‘FLOKI’”

“Walking On Dawes Collection”

“Volume 1”

“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.

THIS MASK I WEAR

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?”

 

Want To Get “DAMAGED” For Free?

When was the last time you were able to get damaged for free?

Starting tomorrow and until July 31st I am offering to give you “DAMAGED” for free via download on amazon.ca in e-book format.

Here’s a quick link, always available for free to all KindleUnlimited subscribers – as are all seven of my books.

https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B077SGXHLB

ALL MY PAPERBACK BOOKS ARE AVAILABLE ON AMAZON.COM

ALL MY E-BOOK FORMAT ARE AVAILABLE ON AMAZON.CA SEARCH “LIGHTHOUSE VERNER” OR GO TO MY MAIN PAGE AT:

https://amazon.com/author/lighthouseverner

Here is why I have left the numerous spelling, grammar and formatting mistakes in this Volume 1 of my fictional autobiography …………….

“DAMAGED”

Walk With Dann Collection

Volume 1

“A Walk from my birth till I meet my second wife.”

I left It raw on purpose as a testament to the honesty of my words and work.

It contains humour, murder, explosions and motorcycles.

It may or may not be fictional or may even be non-fictional.

Only my hairdresser knows for sure…….

So, come follow the beacon and see what lays within “The LightHouse” we call “Dann”

Many ask me why I write.

I write my books for me.

I tell my stories for my readers.

“I am not sure if my works are badly written good stories or well written bad stories.

Not too sure I care either way. I do care that, in my “Walk With Dann Collection”, I am telling my life as brutally truthful as possible. In shame and in honour.

I do care that my ‘stand alone’ books, such as “The Last Canadian Cosmonaut” touch your heart.

I pray that my other collection, “Walking On Dawes”, shows that the gang life, although often ‘exciting’, leads only to karma biting your buttocks.”

My Walk With Dann Collection

Volumes 1, 2 & 3

“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”

Walk With Dann Collection

Volume 1

“A Walk from my birth till I meet my second wife.”
It is rough, crude in fact, numerous format conversion errors.

I left It raw on purpose as a testament to the honesty of my words and work. It contains humour, murder, explosions and motorcycles.

It may or may not be fictional or may even be non-fictional.”

‘BANE’

“Walk With Dann Collection

Volume 2”

“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”

“Walk With Dann Collection

Volume 3”

“Walks you deep into my personal life of trials and tribulations and my uniquely twisted none the norm perception of my realty.”So, come, Walk With Dann.

The first three Volumes of “WALK WITH DANN” are available in one book also.

“THE LAST CANADIAN COSMONAUT”

(My first ‘standalone book‘, my personal favorite.)

Here is the first page ……..

“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.”

 

“Walking On Dawes Collection“

“I WANT TO BE ‘FLOKI’”

“Walking On Dawes Collection”

“Volume 1”

I dedicated this book and based it (fictionally) to my dearest and most missed Brother-In-Arms, Big Roy Sills and his first born and namesake son, Little Roy. Big Roy’s sons are a huge and much loved part of not just my life, but my heart. I appreciate their love and respect beyond any words that can or could be spoken. I am honoured  to watch them grow into men and I am forever grateful to have his grandchildren in my life.

“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.

“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.

The third Volume of this Collection will be published within the next few days.

It is titled

“6315”

A tale that takes you around the world as 6315 tries to escape the gang life and make amends for all he has done to others.

SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO FIGHT TO SURVIVE. 

 

Upper and middle class well to do people have no concept whatsoever as to what the average person goes through just to survive.

I live in Toronto, we have more people than any other city in Canada, show me where these people are speaking up about Canadian politics – they will gather in flocks to protest American politics, but not for our problems.

Facebook protests are as useless as tits on a bull. Where are these people speaking out? Instagram? Twitter? Tim Horton’s?

Most are still trying to figure out why we have a Prime Minister and a President because no one has taught them that Canada and the U.S. are two separate countries.

For the love of the Creators, they voted in a man because he has nice hair and legalized pot.

The world is boxed, society lives in a “Don’t hurt my feelings” world – it will eventually end bad.

Trudeau is destroying Canadian values, our Court systems are ancient and now we think there are more than two sexes.

Here is a picture of the Supreme Court of Canada Judges with their families …

Photo by Acharaporn Kamornboonyarush on Pexels.com

I won’t even start about how insane our education system is.

I shake my head all the time.

The average person on the street are not even aware that Canada and the U.S. are two separate countries.

We have our downtown core filled with elderly, homeless and mentally damaged people living on the boiling hot concrete – stroll through the valleys, off the glamorized bike paths and see how many tents there are.

MEANWHILE, WE ARE GOING TO AND HAVE BEEN PUTTING “ILLEGAL” BORDER CROSSERS IN HOTELS. THEY HAVE ALREADY FILLED UP OUR SHELTERS AND HOSTELS.

Banning guns is a token band-aid media treat to show the public that politicians are maybe listening.

Never met a gang-banger in my life that applied for a carry licence.

Third Strike Law, no plea bargaining, one sentence for murder, no bail for any weapons and stop making Canadian prisons like Boy Scout camps.

I did time in old school Dorchester in the 70’s – never went back. It was a prison, not a Holiday Inn.

We live in such a delusional time where we worry more about hurting feelings or making prisoners “comfortable”, where the media spends more time discussing the heart ache of a murderers family than the distraught felt by the 15 victim families.

You cannot tell me about the criminal element and what will work – I’ve spent 60 years dealing with such. I have seen and done things that no human should have did or even witnessed.

Upper and middle class well to do people have no concept whatsoever as to what the average person goes through just to survive. Most of us survive on $18,000 a year of which $11,000 or more goes for rent. You Liberal supporters spend that on beer.

Read my books.

BUT, MOST OF ALL DON’T BELIEVE WHAT FACEBOOK AND THE GOVERNMENT OR MEDIA TELL YOU – THEY HAVE A FAR DIFFERENT AGENDA. TO KEEP CERTAIN PEOPLE IN POWER AND THEIR PORTFOLIOS PLUMP.

Canada needs to wake the frack up and people need to get off their fat asses on Election Day and vote. But, they are too busy bitching on Social Media.

I Am ASHAMED Of My Fellow Canadians

 

They are more concerned with the mental health of the animal that did it. Turning this poor child’s death into a political opportunity. My fellow Canadians make me feel ashamed. All this political correctness has to stop.

https://lighthousedannverner.wordpress.com/2018/07/24/do-you-know-where-to-get-a-pistol-or-bullets-frack-your-justifications/

https://twitter.com/LightHouseDann/status/1022162985261912065

In My Secret Life

We all have many ‘lives‘ per se.

We all have that one secret life. With most it is a harmless secret.

I have put most my lives out there. In blogs and in my novels.

Yet, I have that one life I rarely reveal …….

My ‘secret‘ life.

The one where I cry dry tears, moaning silent cries of regrets and anguish.

To quote Leonard Cohen,

“I bite my lip
I buy what I’m told:
From the latest hit
To the wisdom of old
But I’m always alone
And my heart is like ice
And it’s crowded and cold
In my secret life”

The one that haunts my sleep and steals my rest. Leaving me ashamed and broken.

The one I have no words to describe. The one that stole my happiness in life.

I had a concept of happiness in my life, not to say I had never experienced such. But, I stole that from myself by my refusal to follow my dreams at a younger age. A theft of my future. Robbing myself of what my life could have been if I had dropped the masks of being an old school rebel tainted by my hatred of living.

Perhaps it was my Heroin fogged adolescent years. Or perhaps the intoxicated cloud of my twenties. It may have even been my refusal to secure a solid base for my elder years.

It may be the guilt of stealing away my many children’s futures.

It definitely has led to my self flogging. To my lashing my spiritual back thirteen stripes each and every evening before I lay down to suffer the horrors of flashbacks for crimes of my past.

I have done things most only read about in novels or see upon the screens of televisions during prime time movies.

Things best never revealed. Lest cause more pain for my family and friends.

I have danced with the Devils. I have shared meals with Evil. I have choked down the truth as I concocted lies to cover my tracks. Burying the evidence six cold feet below the eyes of society.

I will dance with the Devils again. In an eternal ballet of penance and regrets. Karma and her brother Chaos have shadowed me for six decades. They await me still in Valhalla.

Perhaps my beloved mother, (ironically her name is ‘Mary‘), saw this at my birth. Thus, leaving me to thrive or die at six months of age.

I have ‘Walked‘ my seven plains of time and space continuum’s. My eighth, the final ‘Walk” we all will stride, shall be my version of your ‘Heaven‘ or far more likely your ‘Hell“.

I already know what awaits me after my final death. Perhaps many years from now when I know it is my time I shall write that final chapter in a book or blog.

Part of my penance has been remembering my first seven cracks at the bat of life. We are not suppose to remember the ‘Seven Walks’. That is a pleasure only those with no guilt get to enjoy. Reserved for those who followed society’s basic rules. Your Ten Commandments, for lack of a better term. I broke nine of the Biblical ten – I have never committed adultery while still with my beloved wife. Having not divorced and having been separated for years, as she went her way and I mine, I have technically committed adultery as defined by their Bible.

In reality, I have never strayed while loving and living with my wife, Jennifer.

“Why eat a cookie when you have a beautiful cake at home?”

All my life I often joked that I was awaiting the return of the ‘Mothership‘. This I now know was my inner child waiting for my mother to return to that cold, damp crib in that empty house and show me a mothers love. I never have had the opportunity to be rewarded with that emotion.

My secret life is/was the pain that moment implanted into my soul. The Mothership will never come. For that ship blasted off to a different world then I shall ever know.

The scars of her choice left me with a defiance and darkness that can not be explained. The only physical evidence being my life of refusing to bend to the ways of man. My strong willed desire to shout blatantly,

“And I will not be commanded
And I will not be controlled
And I will not let my future go on
Without the help of my soul.”
(The Lost Boy – Greg Holden)

But, does one born into evil and abandonment have a soul?

Unfortunately for me, I am not in the position to answer that. For what I experienced while dead seven times I am not able to explain in words. I have detailed most of the experiences as best I could in my books and past blogs.

Some things are best left untold so as not to destroy your concept of life and death.

I have tried to make amends. Hence my inviting you to come “Walk With Dann.” A futile attempt to reach out to hopefully steer one soul away from the path I chose.

My Walks with you can only take you as far as your reality. For my reality is only shared with others who have strode a similar path as I have. I am not the only one to have been cursed with remembering the Seven Walks. Knowing that number eight holds no choice. That there will be only one path the final ride. Not the seven choices we are all given with the first seven. Dante’ knew of these when he scribe his “Inferno”.

The saddest part of all this is that I have many years yet to pay my penance. There lay before me decades carrying the weight of wrongs upon my broken back. I suspect I shall bear this cross till I reach the age of 112. For I have been told by the Creators that I shall live till then. Mind you they lay no guarantee that it will be a pleasant journey. In fact, it will be a painful existence wrought with discomfort and pain.

Physics teaches that for every action there lays an equal yet opposite reaction. Faith teaches the same. Good versus evil – push versus pull. Light versus dark. Truths versus lies.

Each night for nigh on sixty years I have been plagued with sleep not arriving until all my wrongs play out like a collection of short vignettes and seal my eyes into sleep with dry tears and silent screams.

This is my “Secret Life“

 

Meine Bücher Erklärt

Erlaube mir, dich auf eine Reise in die verdrehte, aufgewühlte Leere meines inneren Ichs mitzunehmen.

Aus diesem Grund habe ich vor all diesen Jahren angefangen zu bloggen. Ich werde immer bloggen.

Ich werde immer eine Meinung oder einen Gedanken haben und ich bin stolz auf meine Überzeugungen.

Blogging brachte mich dazu, mein Leben lang den Wunsch zu erfüllen, mein Leben dort draußen zu verbringen. Für meine Existenz war sehr einzigartig. Ich bin ein echter kanadischer Kosmonaut.

Auf diesen Seiten findest du die Essenz, die ich bin – möge ich dich durch die Tunnel meiner Gedanken führen und dich im strahlenden Schein meiner Meinung baden.

Ich biete dir ‘Dann’ so wie ich bin ..

 

Viele fragen mich, warum ich schreibe.
Ich schreibe meine Bücher für mich.
“Ich erzähle meinen Geschichten für meine Leser.”
Ich bin mir nicht sicher, ob meine Werke schlecht geschriebene gute Geschichten oder gut geschriebene schlechte Geschichten sind.

Nicht so sicher, ob es mir egal ist.

Mir ist es wichtig, dass ich in meiner “Walk With Dann Collection” mein Leben so brutal und wahrheitsgetreu wie möglich über eine fiktionale Perspektive erzähle.

In Schande und in Ehre.

Das erste Buch der “Walk With Dann Collection” war das allererste Buch, das ich geschrieben habe. Ich habe absichtlich alle Rechtschreib- und Grammatikfehler vergessen. Wie auch bei den Formatierungs- und Bearbeitungsfehlern.

Ich tat dies, damit der Leser sah, dass das Leben voller Fehler ist und mein Leben begann “BESCHÄDIGT”.

Wie die folgenden Bände zeigen, habe ich gelernt, wie ich schrieb, und ich schrieb, wie ich gelernt habe. Jetzt, da ich an verschiedenen Projekten arbeite, kann ich sagen, dass ich ein “Autor” bin. Und ich tue das mit Stolz.

Es ist mir wichtig, dass meine Bücher “Stand Alone” wie “The Last Canadian Cosmonaut” dein Herz berühren. Es ist auch eine fiktive Erzählung einer vergangenen Lebenserfahrung. Eine Erfahrung, die nicht dupliziert werden kann.

Ich bete dafür, dass meine andere Sammlung, “Walking On Dawes Collection”, zeigt, dass Gangleben, obwohl oft ‘aufregend’, nur dazu führt, dass Karma in dein Gesäß beißt.

Ich beginne damit, die Geschichten zu lesen, von denen Sie glauben, dass ich den Lebensstil der Bande verherrliche, und versichere Ihnen, dass Sie am Ende jedes Bandes die Logik meiner Botschaft verstehen werden.

 

Eine Zusammenfassung meiner “Walk With Dann Collection”:

Mein Spaziergang mit Dann-Sammlung, Bände 1, 2 & 3

“Damaged” ist mein erstes Buch.

Wie ich, ist es roh und voller Fehler.

Ich habe es “unbearbeitet” gelassen, wie das Leben mich verlassen hat.

Lichthaus Dann Verner

 

Band 1, “BESCHÄDIGT” nimmt dich von meiner Geburt an bis zu meiner zweiten Frau.

Es ist grob, grob in der Tat, zahlreiche Formatkonvertierungsfehler.

Ich habe es absichtlich roh gelassen, als Beweis für die Ehrlichkeit meiner Worte und meiner Arbeit.

Es enthält Humor, Mord, Explosionen und Motorräder.

Es kann fiktiv oder vielleicht auch nicht fiktiv sein.

Lichthaus Dann Verner

 

 

Der zweite Band, ‘BANE’, führt Sie durch meine mittleren Jahre und drei Jahrzehnte der Ehe.

Es enthält nicht die Aufregung seines Vorgängers.

Es enthält viel mehr.

Es ist eine fiktive / non-fiktionale Geschichte davon, wie viele verschiedene “Spaziergänge” wir in unseren Leben nehmen.

Es erzählt von Liebe, Hass, Gesundheit, Krankheit, Reichen, Poorman, Eiscreme und Lebensschreien

Es beginnt dir zu zeigen, wer ich war und wer ich wurde.

“Kein vorsätzliches Fehlverhalten entgeht jemals Miss Karma oder ihrem Bruder Chaos.”

Lichthaus Dann Verner

 

 

Mein dritter Band, “BOON”, führt dich tief in mein fiktionales / non-fiktionales Privatleben mit Prüfungen und Drangsalen. Meine einzigartig verdrehte nicht die Norm Wahrnehmung meiner verschiedenen Realitäten.
Es ist eine Darstellung des gelebten Lebens. Ein No-Hold-Sperrkonto des Alltags in einem alltäglichen, einkommensschwachen kanadischen Hause. Du wirst lachen, du kannst an Punkten weinen, du wirst einen wahren “WALK WITH DANN” machen.
“Ich werde wie ein Fisch im Meer durch deine Adern rennen.”
(Zitat aus Onkel Krackers Lied ‘Follow Me’)

Lichthaus Dann Verner

 

Ich schreibe gerade den letzten Band der vierbändigen Walk With Dann Collection.
“UNKZ, ein kanadischer Kosmonaut”
Kommender August 2018

 

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Mein erstes “Standalone-Buch”.
Mein persönlicher Favorit.
Ich habe den emotionalen “Walk” sehr genossen, während ich ihn geschrieben habe und diesen Teil meines Lebens und dieser Zeit der Geschichte gelindert habe.
Die ruhigsten Jahre meines chaotischen Lebens.
Unten ist ein Leckerbissen der Lautstärke, um Appetit zu machen
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“Eine fiktive Reise eines Hippies auf einer Harley, die die Zeiten erforscht.”

 

“DER LETZTE KANADISCHE KOSMONAUT”

Der Geruch des Ozeans tanzte auf meinen Nasenlöchern, während ich ging, glitt und rutschte, über die Ebenen. Meine Augen huschten hin und her und tasteten vorsichtig nach Senken.

Ich hätte die andere Richtung gehen sollen. Auf die Junior High School. Auf dem Weg zu Hippie-Lehrern, die versuchen, mich von Wissenschaft, Glauben und Natur zu unterrichten.

Ich konnte den Zug in der Ferne hören. Ziehen Sie seine Tonnage Zuckerrohr um die Kurve zur Raffinerie.

Die Schlepper erklommen den Horizont. Ihre Wache spuckte hinter ihnen her, als sie gegen den mächtigen Tanker stießen, um das unnachgiebige Momentum zu verlangsamen. Damit es nicht an Land läuft.

Die Küste. Mein Pflegeheim war dort. Hoch auf dem Hügel. Es sind Fenster wie zwei große Augen, die mich mit Schuld verspotten. “Geh zur Schule”, schienen sie zu sagen.

“Ich kann nicht”, meine Antwort.

 

Eine kurze Zusammenfassung meiner “Walking On Dawes Collection”

 

 

Der erste Band des
“Walking auf Dawes Sammlung”
“Ich möchte ‘FLOKI’ sein”

 

Dies ist eine Geschichte von einer Familie, die ihr Leben im Rahmen von Regierungsprojekten und Gangleben lebt.
Außer ‘Little Ray’. Er und seine Familie wollen, dass er den Kreislauf bricht und ein normales Leben führt.
Es gibt Tragödie, Gelächter und vor allem “Einsicht” darin. Eine fiktive Geschichte, die auch nicht fiktiv ist.
Eine Familie, die in den Projekten von Toronto aufgewachsen ist. Das war ihre Realität und es war nichts falsch daran, denn jeder lebt in einer Nachbarschaft. Nur der Name und die Adressen sind unterschiedlich.
Der erste “WALK” einer entgangenen, miteinander verbundenen Sammlung fiktiver “Walks On Dawes”.
Die rohen und nackten Wahrheiten von einem erfahrenen Auge und einer Seele eines kanadischen Kosmonauten.
Eine Geschichte von den ursprünglichen “URBAN VIKINGS”.

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“Walking On Dawes – Band 2”
“Du kannst mich nicht sehen”

 

 

“Du kannst mich nicht sehen” – Walking On Dawes Collection – Band 2

 

“Dies ist ein Porträt eines gebrochenen Mannes, der ein gebrochenes Leben in einer zerbrochenen Welt führt, in der Familie und Freundschaft ein und dasselbe sind.”

Ein Mann, der einmal “BESCHÄDIGT” war, aber jetzt nur gebrochen war.

Wo falsche Entscheidungen zu lebenslangen Rügen führen können. Die Seele baumeln lassen und täglich aufs Herz treffen, um dich an die Strafen von Handlungen zu erinnern.

Wo ein Mann in einem überfüllten Raum ganz allein und unbemerkt sein kann.

Wo Traurigkeit Schatten Freude und Freude verbirgt die Traurigkeit.

Wo Glück und gute Zeiten sich mit Traurigkeit und Tragik ausgleichen.

Dies ist das Leben eines Mannes und seiner Familie, auf einer Straße in einer Stadt.

Ein Mann, der seine Dunkelheit sein Licht blenden ließ.

 

Eine Geschichte, die Sie am Ende überraschen wird.

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“Walking On Dawes Sammlung” – Band 3
“6315”
Kommender Juli 2018

 

Get The First Volume of my Walk With Dann Collection Free in ebook Format

OK Kiddies,

From April 24th until April 28th you can get a copy of my first book “DAMAGED” from my “Walk With Dann Collection” in eBook format via my author page on Amazon Kindle.

CLICK THE LINK BELOW

https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B077SGXHLB#about_kindle_edition_secondary_view_div_1524603245212

amazon.com/author/lighthouseverner

“DAMAGED” begins at my birth and takes you on the journey through the first quarter of my life.
Here’s a tidbit of what you will find …………

“The first decade of my life I had lived in thirty-two homes. None of which I ever spoke the words, “Mom or Dad”. Only “Mister or Misses”.

I started my ‘Walks’ at the age of ten fighting the monsters in my head. The demons were winning for many years.

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

I have never slept in my father or mothers house since that day.

That was over fifty years ago.

Foster care, jails, pain, sorrow and addiction were my childhood friends. My playgrounds were the streets.My rocking horse a Harley Davidson motorcycle.”

I hope you enjoy and follow up with “BANE” and “BOON” – the next two in the collection.

I am currently writing “UNKZ – A CANADIAN COSMONAUT” which shall be the final book in the series.

Check out my stand alone book about a hippie on a Harley,

“THE LAST CANADIAN COSMONAUT“

I am currently writing volume 3 of my

“WALKING ON DAWES COLLECTION”

titled

“6315“

‘WALKING ON DAWES COLLECTION”

VOLUME 1

“I WANT TO BE FLOKI”

VOLUME 2

“YOU CAN’T SEE ME”

A Preview of the Final Volume of my “Walk With Dann Collection”

“This is the final volume of my “Walk With Dann Collection”.

It will wrap up with the fourth segment of my life. It shall show how the paths and choices I made in my life brought me the penance and punishments that came attached. It will reveal how I “walked” many roads and how they molded me into the person I have become.”

UNKZ, A CANADIAN COSMONAUT

Walk With Dann Collection

Volume 4

Final Volume
1^st Edition

by

LightHouse Dann Verner

Introduction

There are deeply complicated thoughts that haunt you, when you well know you are insane.

Insane by their standard.

I believe I am just Dann, just as I am.

I am not like others.

I am not them.

I am me.

Yet, there are multiple “me’s”.

And they are all I can or should be.

As the previous confessions of my life told within my first work, “Damaged, tells, I am, ‘broken‘

Began at birth.

Blue baby.

Unplanned child.

Unwanted but wanted.

And left to die before I had lived.

Only my deepest consciousness knows what I have experienced.

To keep my spirit alive my mind vaulted those days far in the depths of the encrypted memories.

Never to be re-lived.

Never to scar my soul once more.

Now, I am soon to be sixty-one years old and it is time for me to end this “Walk With Dann Collection” with this, my final volume.

To give closure to the three previous quarters of my numerous lives.

I am not soon to ascend.

But, my Walk With Dann Collection must contain a sincere final volume of my most innermost beliefs and thoughts.

For I cannot author them after I reach my own personal concept of Valhalla.

A final confession of both my rights and my wrongs.

I will utter exact truths, I will hold no quarter from exposing who I have become in the final quarter of a Canadian Cosmonaut’s life.

My life has been no different than yours.

My strife, my loves, my sorrows, my learning and my battlefield are far different than yours.

I present to you ………….

“Unkz, A Canadian Cosmonaut”

Walk With Dann Collection,

Volume 4,

Final Edition

By

LightHouse Dann Verner