Arthur V. Miller III
Biography of Arthur V. Miller III
I am the third in my family to have the name Arthur Miller... I do not only write poems, I just write anything that I feel. Hey I'm a writer, a romantic, a artist, hell I'm a prodigy and I think all people are equal regardless of what you are' We are all humans in the end'. I live by that code.
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Arthur V. Miller III Poems
Half Blooded Brothers
You my blood half or full were brothers, regardless of what you do to each other, you my brother half or full, . We keep each other good, you my brother half or full. We take care of each other, because we brothers half or full.
As i lay in thought her Beauty comes to mind, provoking my lips to think about Her own. Beautiful is what she is...
Living For The Glory
It’s kind of funny how life changes directions when you have something to live for. Yet haters steady hating on you because they can never have what you got, now they trying to bring you down, Damn Jealousy its powerful emotion to flow on, I hate a hater, but I couldn’t be a player hater. Steady flowing through the sky with my wings spread wide while my haters looking up to the sky, I’m asking myself is this death or life cause I’m seeing myself in the sky, but feel as I’m six feet deep, buried alive. Smirk on my face, and people asking, 'Is this little boy rapping poetry? '
No Longer -We-
You say Im like the rest since I did the best. You said Ive changed but everyone that really bothered to know me knows I'm still the same.
When I'm around you my nights are without a cool breeze, but yet always at ease. My Monday's are never tiring, but inspiring because of you.
The Decisions -I'Ve Made-
As I walk through the black hallways of the dead, I seek only light, yet I see only glowing green eyes glaring at me wishing and thinking I was a fool to walk this day and come into visibility with them I walk through the hallways chanting, 'Dark days are spoken of me but they are not written except by me'. steady hoping light will shine in these black hallways, so I can find my way.
My Unconscious Mystery Woman
Tired Of The Hate(Inspired By A Role Mod...
Remember what were fighting for, not physically yet verbally. If one single man can stand tall against a nation and touch millions of hearts, imagine the possibilities if just ten could do the same. I ask you mothers & fathers, you sent there and complain about what your child has done bad, but what kind of adversity or teachings has caused this child to act this way? We as the human race would rather judge than teach a person titling them as ADD, ADHD, OCD, etc..., but does this not show our existence is becoming a bore, therefore causing our children to do such things as make their own children. WHAT HAS THIS WORLD COME TO! ! ! If our forefather Dr. King was still alive he would be disappointed not at just his fellow African Americans, but yet at what this nation has grown into. A young man cannot hold his virginity lest he be called a homosexual, a young woman cannot keep herself from showing her most private jewels because she feels a certain urge to do that which is not a gift from God. You receive this message, you may not forward and say why should I care they are not my problem, but yet they are your problem. They are the human race because if we cannot stand together as one we all fall from grace. This is not for just people that are colored but for us as the human race. Do not stand and let a young man or woman fall regardless of race, help them stand back on their two feet and achieve greatness. 'THAT WHICH DIVIDES US WILL ALSO CONFINE US THUS MAKING US REALIZE OUR DIFFERENCES ARE ALSO OUR STRENGTHS'
As i lay in thought her Beauty comes to mind, provoking my lips to think about Her own.
Beautiful is what she is...
Her Beauty is something only i can truly comprehend, only i can understand and a Beauty only poetry can characterize.
i notice, yes i notice, it's my job to notice Her Beauty. The way Her eyes glisten as She smiles while telling one of Her crazy tales, the way Her hair ruffles up everytime We touchand most of all the way She smiles with pleasure when She knows She has sati