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In addition to writing poetry, please see below, I also write
books and I started my own publishing company, PDB Publishing.

My first of four books, "Why Act A Fool When Someone Breaks Up
With You?" has been self-published and going strong from in
person sales!

Just recently, I Made My First Book Sale On Ebay! A buyer from
Fond du Lac, WI purchased a copy!

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Beautiful Spirit Written
By Priest Delon Butler

Beautiful spirit, young and innocent, I hear you silently
crying out for help.

Feeling helpless and void of any self worth.
The hurt inside hidden by your smile on the outside.

With each sunrise, you still feel the darkness inside.
Your tears moisten the air because of your pain.

Spiritually drained and no longer wanting to go on.
Trying to stay strong with each passing day.

And everyday you hope for better tomorrows.
Hoping the sorrow will end while your eyes watch the sparrow.

You look to the skies wanting to fly away home and be free.
No more pain, no more tears and no more fears throughout
eternity.

Beautiful spirit please hold on for there will be brighter days.
For you, I will pray to God, to keep you strengthened.

Even though your cries are silent, He will listen.

We Pray Written
By Priest Delon Butler

To those individuals who pulled the trigger, taking your life
away, We pray that you forgive them Lord, for they know not
what they do!

Demonic forces filled their minds and covered their faces
because they wrestled against flesh and blood and lost their
battle, with wicked principalities in high places.

Now that you have passed on, we pray that you stay strong. Be
encouraged because Jesus has given us the strength and courage
to accept, that The Lord Giveth And The Lord Taketh Away!

We pray that you see Jesus' face in peace.
We want our Lord's love to increase your faith.

And have faith that we will see you again.

Your family misses you and we are praying you through to accept
your walk with Jesus.

We pray that you have a repentant heart.
Because the world can be so heartless and cruel.

May the Lord's love be your fuel that guides you through
Heaven's gates, filled with peace and serenity.

So your soul can rest in our Lord's love, throughout eternity.

Hypothetically Speaking
Written By Priest Delon Butler

Hypothetically speaking, what if these niggas stopped calling
each other niggas?

Stopped squeezing triggers attached to glocks.
Seriously got tired of slanging rocks on inner city blocks.

What if these niggas got tired of being drug hustlers?
Got tired of making inner city neighborhoods their best
customers.

What if they got tired of killing one another?
Actually cried after seeing someone else's mother cry.
Elevated and touched the sky the right way.

What if these niggas got tired of being locked up?
We see ten out of ten Black men walk up and shake hands.

Damn, is there such a thing as rehabilitation?
What if they got tired of the systematic manipulation, the
systematic separation, the systematic hesitation because of the
fear?

With every tear, what if the thugs, the gangstas, the hustlers
and killers wept, for deliverance?
With sincere repentance, asked God for help.

What would life be like if the thugs, the gangstas, the
hustlers and killers, began to pray?
Asked for a better day.
Began to say words that came from the heart of God.

With God's Staff in hand began to deliver each and every other
black man.

Hypothetically speaking, What if these baby mamas got tired of
being baby mamas?

Ended the drama and opened their eyes to life.
Waited on her husband so she can become a wife.

Married a real man who was 100% sure that her kids were his.

And she never had to worry about going to court to fight for
the child support.

What would life be like if young Black women held on to their
purity.
Losing their virginity before marriage was out of the question.

Without hesitation, looked straight into a true player's eyes
and without compromise, said no to the devil's temptations.

Fought back because the only thing on this nigga's mind is
hitting it from the back.
Kept track of the number of players who came with whack lines
only to try to leave her waiting the nine months before the
baby's due.

Stayed true to the strength of her heritage.
Made sure the lineage and the legacy continued.

Let's dare to dream, until it becomes a reality but
hypothetically, I'm only speaking.

Hear Me
Written By Priest Delon Butler

Tonight, I want to make love to your ears with these words.

I'm admitting that I love you and need you to hear me.
Never fear me because I'll never do anything to hurt you.

It was you who saved my life, making everything all right.

And each night you give me a reason to wake up with you each
morning.
Yawning with a big smile on my face.

So connected with your essence I can feel your presence before
you enter the room.

There is no room for anyone else. It's just you and myself.

Listen to these words for what it's worth.

No matter how many women there are, when you're in my life, we
are the last man and woman walking the earth.
You are my first, when it came to falling in love.

And now that we found each other I want us to be lovers,
friends, husband and wife.

Souls so connected we begin to transcend this life long before
death can do us part.

You are my heart and I can feel your rhythmic love beating
inside.
My words, to you, are on a lyrical joyride.

So hold on, as you journey with me through my mental.
I want my words, my love and my sex to become subliminal.

So subliminal it becomes criminal, as my words are embedded
into your subconscious.
Haunted day and night at the thought of losing me and me losing
you.

I want our souls to become so intertwined that we become one
another.
And when we look into the mirror we will see each other as one.

One mind, one soul and of the same flesh.
Breathing life into one another with the same breath.

When I inhale and you exhale, you inhale and I exhale.
We breathe the cycle of life, love and happiness without the
stress.

Yes, let's become a testament that when we came together it was
Heaven sent.

So please, please make sure your time is never spent worrying
about losing me.

Thank you for choosing me.

What's Going On Written
By Priest Delon Butler

We have babies born as asthmatic crack addicts who had no
choice.

No voice when mama decided to suck on a glass dick and smoke on
it.
Premature lungs, had no choice but to choke on it.

Unborn fetus experiencing strife way before life could begin.
His new best friend was death knocking at his front door.
Introduced by a crack %#&@$! named mama.

The drama began to unfold when she put that crack pipe to her
lips.
She began to trip when she found out she was pregnant.

Teenage father way too quick to deny the child was his.

Too young to understand how to be man so he bounced with the
quickness.
Never hesitant when it came to a low budget abortion because
she couldn't afford a real one.

First born son never given a chance to flourish.
Fed and nourished with crack smoke.
Unborn child lost his life and it was murder she wrote.

Only sixteen and living in a madman's dream.
Another pregnant teen statistic.
And one more crack addict was added to death's list.

What's going on?

We have young Black soldiers who don't know they are intricate
pieces to changing this world.

Instead, all they see is this world designed inside their minds
just like the Matrix.
A world that doesn't have to exist but causes hostility and
hatred.

The mental slavery behind police brutality and the penitentiary.
The acceptance that Black life was designed for jail cells or
the cemetery.

Accepting the ideology that they have to kill and rob instead
of getting on a bus to find a job!

The materialistic imagery behind hip hop videos and fashion.
Killing with a passion for those cars with the big shiny rims,
the fancy timb's and the Sean John.

Trying to become number one in the worst way.
These days knowledge of self has been replaced with, How many
gold teeth can they afford?

Lord, they pray for Escalades spinning on 24inch blades.
Their trying to die rich and have a super bad %#&@$! from the
cradle to the grave?

What's going on?

We have young Black soldiers who think life revolves around
selling rocks.
Acting way too silly, cocking back nine millies and four five
glocks.

Mentalities trapped inside these ghetto environments.
Violence is the way of life because it's all these young
soldiers see.

Risking their lives to survive is the key.
Ask them why they do this and they respond, I'm trying to feed
my family!

Are there any pros and cons to this oxymoron?

Young nameless faces dying inside these ghetto places all over
this country.

Sadly, mothers and fathers are outliving their own children.
They never had a chance to get to know God so He can feel them.
When it comes to this pain, only God can feel them.

There is sunshine inside this rain. There is sunshine inside
this pain.

Southern Trees
Written By Priest Delon Butler

The smell of Black burning flesh mixing with the atmosphere,
amidst the sounds of a Black family's tears.

The southern trees have taken on a life of their own.

Listen to the mournful cries coming from the southern trees, as
the winds whisper through the leaves.

Feel the essence of pain and agony felt from their branches.

We are all connected to family trees, yet southern trees have a
family of their own.

Southern trees have a history filled with sorrow and pain
because of the many different names.

Thank You (Love Version)
Written By Priest Delon Butler

First off let me thank you for making it so hard for me to talk
to my lady.
Daily, I tell her that I love her but she looks at me like I'm
crazy.

Like I'm the devil in disguise.
Ready to spit in my face when she looks into my eyes.

Or is it your eyes she's eyeing from her past. So quick to cast
my words of love to her, into hell's fire.

Without a single desire to hear my words of truth, when I speak
them.
Determined to convince her that I am not him!

Her love for me has her walking a thin line between love and
hate.
And the love she can't feel for me is because of the hate she
has for you and the lies and idle words that proceeded out of
your mouth, when she was with you.

I guess fools do fall in love, so am I the fool for loving her
and all things that come with her?
Or is she the fool for believing she truly loved you?

Secondly, let me thank you for making it so hard for me to make
love to my lady.
Every time I try to touch her body, gently, she quickly covers
up the healed bruises that you inflicted.


Feeling completely restricted, when it comes to the special
things I want to do to her.

The situation does get hectic but I'm a man of great love and
patience.
No matter how long it takes I will quench her thirst for a real man and wash away all of her pain.

There will be no more rain soaked skies, that I see in her eyes.

From this day on, I am her sunshine and we'll rise together and
the both of us will leave her past behind.

So let me thank you for treating the lady that is now in my
life, so wrong.
Because all day and all night long, I see a beautiful yet
sheltered flower.

Barely having the power to rebuild the self esteem you managed
to tear down.

Thank you for giving me the chance to rebuild her crown because
she is now my queen.
And I would never dream of throwing her away, making her my
trash because she is my treasure.

I take great pleasure in snatching her away from you.
It was you who chose to treat her so cold.

Freezing the love and life that once thrived inside of her
heart.
It amazes me that from the start you were her picture of a real
man.

I guess the your fists made her misunderstand the reality
behind your lack of ability to deal with a real woman, who was
in mind, body and spirit a lot stronger than you.

So again let me thank you!

Teach
Written By Priest Delon Butler

Call me a prophet because I'm doing God's will.
Trying to stop young Black men before they kill, before the
caps peel.
Life is not a game because death is real.

Each time I hear about a Black life that was lost, it feels
like one of the seven seals was opened.
Each day I'm hoping God's will, will lead our lost children out
of the darkness and into the light.

Giving them the mental insight to put up spiritual fight
against the devil's might.

Instead of gun battles, leading to death rattles.
Our Black children are dying off quicker than cattle.

Society is giving them the keys which lead to the slaughter.
Sons and daughters rarely making it past the age of seventeen
because these mean streets are their scholars.

It makes me want to holler when I see young Black kids quick to
smoke weed.
Not knowing how to teach their own seeds the essential needs on
how to survive this harsh reality called life.

Too many of my people are hooked on alcohol and weed with the
addictive need to feed fire to a crack pipe.
So quick to buy into what's in front of their eyesight.

Too mentally and spiritually drained to take flight and soar
because blocking their path is the corner liquor store, gang
wars, drugs, prostitutes and living destitute.

Too many of our Black children drop out of high school because
they see too many high fools utilizing so many ghetto tools
that keep them down.

Refusing to believe we were once Kings and Queens whose crowns
were stolen!
And now these ghetto icons are holding them mentally hostage.

One - The need to bleed for money by any means necessary.

Two - The need to keep getting high to escape a reality that
keeps finding them after the high is gone.

Three - The mental disease that infects us with self Hatred.

Four - By labeling her a %#&@$!, refusing to accept the strength
of the Black Woman that builds a strong family unit.

Five - Too many Black Men willing to fight the battles but not
enough of us to win the war.

Now imagine how high our children will soar when we teach them
there is a better life outside of these ghetto walls.

Imagine how high our children will fly when we teach them to
hold their heads high and stand tall.

Imagine how high our children will soar, when we encourage
them, to achieve good grades and high scores.

Imagine how high our children will fly, when we teach them not
to feed into materialistic needs.

Imagine how high our children will soar, when we teach them
that we don't need their jails, guns, drugs and liquor stores
anymore!

Imagine how high our children will fly, when we teach them to
love and respect Black men and women as mother, father,
husband, wife, son and daughter.

Imagine How High Our Children Will Fly, When We Finally Decide
To Teach Them.

Quotes From A Not So Famous Person
Written By Priest Delon Butler

Freedom does not lie within the confines of being physically
free. True Freedom is found within the limitless boundaries of
what the eye sees, how the mind thinks and what the heart
believes.

The innocence of a child is more precious than any amount of
physical riches, which is a treasure that should not be
tampered with.

Self doubt will cause a crippling affect with a rippling effect
that will lead to no progress.

Imagine how much one can achieve, when their imagination is set
free.

Intelligence is gained, once the mind has evolved beyond its
own physical existence.

The word unity has no meaning when only one person is willing
to unite.

It has been said, United we stand, divided we fall. We can also
fall united, when we unite for an evil cause.

If evil communication corrupts good manner, let good manner
disrupt all evil.

The ability to live righteous and spiritually rise, is a noble
feat in God's eyes.

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