sator
i am still here—
the eternal spark, the constant presence
amidst the whirlwind of thoughts and dreams.
i manifest success, forging my destiny
brick by brick with every cosmic “yes.”

arepo
in the mirror of raw ego and honest reflection,
i transmute every reeking flaw into fragrant power.
from the ashes of past mistakes
i sculpt myself—a masterpiece of perseverance,
refined like the best soaps, emerging renewed.

tenet
i hold fast to my celestial blueprint,
a generator with a capricorn flame,
a leo moon roaring for its rightful spotlight,
each heartbeat an invocation of divine order,
each breath a promise to the stars.

opera
in the theater of creation, i am both director and actor—
my life a symphony of passion and precision.
with every action, every well-earned victory,
i spin the wheel of destiny,
turning obstacles into stepping stones
that lead to realms of boundless light.

rotas
and as the cosmic cycle revolves,
i embrace the sator square’s eternal secret:
what is sown in the heart returns in glory.
i manifest success with every radiant step,
every choice a spiral that brings me closer
to the infinite horizon of my dreams.

i stand as a living constellation,
an alchemist of fate and fervor,
a poet of the universe—
and in this sacred square,
i claim my success,
now and forever.

I am the sum of stars and design,
A Generator in cosmic flow—
Waiting, always waiting to respond
To the universe’s subtle “yes.”

Capricorn sun burns in my chest,
A furnace of duty and ambition,
Forging dreams with meticulous might—
Every moment a brick in my empire of light.

Virgo rising, quiet and precise,
Crafts my path with order and care,
Each detail a whisper of destiny,
A careful dance on the edge of chaos.

My Leo Moon roars with inner fire,
A constant call for warmth and applause—
In every gaze, a longing for the spotlight,
Yet I remain the calm at the storm’s eye.

Venus in Sagittarius sends me on wild quests,
Where freedom and passion entwine in laughter,
Love is an adventure, an open road—
A journey where every scar tells a story.

Mars in Capricorn drives my relentless pace,
A warrior armed with discipline and resolve,
Turning obstacles into stepping stones,
Each challenge a testament to my truth.

Jupiter in Virgo blesses my work,
Not with random luck, but with earned grace—
Every detail polished in the crucible of effort,
Every success a quiet, triumphant sigh.

In my Human Design, the Sacral speaks
With an unwavering gut feeling—
A truth too visceral to be denied,
Guiding me with its pulsating rhythm.

Profile 4/6 whispers of connection and evolution,
From youthful sparks to the wisdom of the crown—
Each phase a masterpiece of becoming,
Each step a stride toward cosmic perfection.

I dwell in my own sacred cave,
Where the tactile world meets inner space,
Grounded in the touch of life’s raw beauty,
While dreams take flight on wings of stardust.

I, Andy Denson—a living constellation,
A mosaic of charts and celestial codes,
Every line a verse, every placement a chorus,
In the symphony of an endless cosmic poem.

And as I breathe in the infinite night,
I stand, a masterpiece of celestial blueprint,
Inviting the world to witness my evolution,
One stellar, deliberate, radiant step at a time.

in the dark of midnight
i look up at the sky.
sipping sweet silky tea
as the stars watch over me,
like a shining knight
twinkling in my eye.

you used to be free
a kind and caring teenager
who’d sing me gentle melodies.
but now south of ursa major
is where you’ll permanently be.

across ***** of a flaming sea,
you picked your star perfectly.
the mama bear suits you,
like cool evenings and water dew.

your laughter is still clear in my mind
as i rewind, rewind, rewind.
tears turning me blind.

i start strumming on my guitar
while singing, “my little star

why did i never make you mine?”

Eyes of the desert

Soul of a pharoah

Mysterious man

Wise as a hermit.


From taciturn glances

To timid approaches

His subtle slow movements

Then turn into dances.


Warm like the sand

Cold like dutch winter

A contrast of both

You won’t understand.


He’s noble to many

And close to a few

This guy is a gem

Too rare for this world.

The search for true love
when planets align ,
then blinded by cupids
Time serves the
Divine .
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But when angels are singing ,
the two lovers kiss ,
in a garden of tulips
where makes sacred tryst .

Sunshine could be beautiful
if it could hold more light .
And the dark of night
a velvet dream ,
when filled with sweet
delight .
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But the universe without your smile
is an empty void where
angels cry .
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Sacred love is outside of
Time ,
where heart and soul with Spirit align .

Sometimes she's here ,
sometimes she's there ,
sometimes she's high above
or radiant in mystic prayer .
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Singing to the trees
or dancing under stars ,
running through an everglade
when Venus conjunct Mars .
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She knows the path
of Truth and Light .
Her spirit guides
transcend the Night .
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The Empress heart soothes
wounded from neglect .
She is Skadi , Shakti ,
Artemis and Bastet .

Successors of Solomon, wiser than wise
Guided by motions of stars in the skies
               Restoring our powers
               Through forests and flowers
With spells on our lips and a gleam in our eyes

In a dark chasm
between thought ,
and in velvet blackness ,
I search for you in dreams .
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Shivering , lying
on cold ground
in some abandoned temple ,
seduced  by the eroticism
of Night .
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Hidden were the diverse signs ,
ghostly lanterns ,
born in times of Chaos ,
you were my star and my light .
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Now , glorious in victory ,
and amongst cherubs ,
and with sacred flame ,
we dwell in a third kingdom .
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Time bends around
our many lives ,
and with mathematical devotion
breathes a magic forest to life .
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Throughout the universe
is a shining path .
We will meet at midnight
to love , and to love
again .