What’s revealed in your Turkish coffee grounds?

Folklore from the days of old 
    would specify the gift of sight
  energy that collides onto itself
even when the reality of truth
   not only written in the coffee grounds
  enmeshed inside of someone’s soul
  serendipity bestows her gifts upon the world
  in a manner we should never be taken for granted

Oblivious individuals
  unable to see the verity of the force in front of them
   some think they are brave
skulk in hiddden alleyways
  unaware of what innocuously just fell into their lap

Expectations are not stagnant
    “Double double toil and trouble caldron burn and caldron bubble (Shakespeare, 1923).”

  Pitch cast iron caldron
fills with intention
   intention build on the foundational lies
  intention that formed into a mirage

The thing about prophecies
    is it a breed a whole life of their own?

   Predestined for magnificence
Says who? 

Pre-destined for stardom
Says who?

Predestined to hide their head in the sand
Says me!

Ridicule and renumeration
   it’s not quite the slice 
of dense chocolate Sacher cake 
    that I would appreciate

When life reveals
a manifestation of exploratory tethers
   don’t take a large pair of Edward Scissorhands scissors, and slice each tether
  
All you were doing is rendering yourself alone
    Alone in the world forever

  Even if the sound of silence in one’s mind, offers a free in capacity

There will always be lived lie
    of the fractures induced in an organ that is boneless