About Me

JESUS STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY WHEEl:

When I was younger I never fully “saw” myself as an old man.

There was an underlying premonition that I would die in car accident in my teens

Coffee house fortuneteller, justification. If I made it, I’d name my first born Vincent.

All and all, voted least likely to have kids, so ideas seemed farfetched.

Signatures on court appointed dotted lines, maybe I’d stay married longer then my parents.

Lofty goals to those who didn’t know me very well

Now that I can safely say that every ounce of my innocence has escaped

I bite my lip, and regretfully state: I might be here for a minute

So I have no other choice but to attempt to continue, admirably and by my own standards

Following in footsteps of all sizes, I’m walking a path that leads to a list

An accumulation of unrealized dreams that are in my thoughts,

But not on the paper

I don’t plan on abusing “buckets”, but I’m angry, and I need to kick SOMETHING, so

Number ten. Simple, because starting something usually is.

FINISH IT

The book, the photography, the ideas and the ‘what if’s’

From this poem, to rearranging the garage.

It’s time I started cooking with only the front burner, too many full meals have gone to waste

And there’s starving kids in Africa

Nine: Romantic, but not for the reasons you’d think.

I want to kiss my wife from atop the Empire State building.

Not like we kiss now, but how we kissed then

I want the passion between our lips to soar above us, despite heights

I wanna feel like I’m falling, without being high

Sober,

I want to look down with her

Eight. I want to see my Mother buy a house.

Not necessarily the one of her dreams, but one that would cure her nightmares

I want to see her take a breath that actually allows her to breathe

She worked so hard, for so long without a “job well done”

If recognition can come in the form of a reward, I want to rewind time

And address this oversight, yesterday

Seven, I want to reunite with the buddies I swore were best friends.

‘Back in the day’ bullshit broke hearts

And with time winding down, I can’t help but think:

SQUASH IT

Six.

I want to move somewhere for the location, not the people.

Every decision I’ve ever made has been in regards to another.

From California to Florida and back again, I’ve done too much following and not enough leading

If I was creating the direction, who knows the distance I’d travel

But it’s a trip that I think is worth taking

5: I want to love my father

I don’t want to say it, and I don’t need to hear it. Those years have passed

There is no little boy inside of me that still needs a daddy (his list will go unheard)

I long for the ability to just accept overdue conclusions and move on

No matter what muscles I work out, I can’t find the strength to let go of the resentment

And as I watch my relationship with my oldest, I feel the burden amidst the segue

I can’t pass this on, he shouldn’t have to bare our crosses

For his sake, I have to find a way to forgive you

And forge on

FOUR, for me really.

No need for an explanation, because it’s not really any of your business.

I want one week in a hotel room with myself, so I can come home someone else.

Three.

Amsterdam in mid July with more money than one needs

My teenage years were spent running full throttle from an early adulthood

“Good times” were a perception I helped create

I did everything wrong, and so little right.  Though I don’t deserve it in the slightest,

I want a care free, rock n roll, drug induced binge that far surpasses anything MTV has ever offered

I want to look at my best friend and nod to a promise made years ago

Live just a little, so a lot can die

Two.

Maybe the most important on the list.

Maybe the most unattainable as well.

I want to make my children proud.

Not in a money sort of way, or a life worth living sort of way

I want to make them proud of me in the “parenting” way

I want to be their best friend and their worst enemy, the pro, the con, and everything in between

I have scars left from my childhood in places I never want to see them bleed from

Where others failed, I NEED to succeed

I look at them and I see all the potential and love I spent my life wasting

When they’re older I want them to want to raise their kids as they were raised.

Because they couldn’t imagine it any other way

To me it’s a compliment worth inscribing, once I’m gone

Im so full of flaws and bad timing

Mismatched ideas and good intentions

Broken promises and very tall walls

So many people I still lie to, just to trade posts on social networks.

Very few know anything about me

The person I’m afraid to show everyone, is the long shot I’m betting my life on

And the payoff is my children’s memory of me

The stakes have never been higher.

Which brings me to number one.

The most important one.

Create an attainable “Bucket List” that I have every intention of completing to the fullest of my ability, and then show it to everyone so I have no other choice but to fucking comply

ONE DOWN…..

Born in Woodland Hills, CA, Vince grew up as the oldest of two siblings. Early on, he was designated as the family go-to for creative ventures. This is because, ever since he was a child, Vince always had a pen or camera in his hands.

The bottom line is: Tattooes, good times, and his family.

"To me, put a poem to a picture and you create a conversation."
- Vince Cancasci