Ryan+H's+Favourite+Poem

Lashing out the action, returning the reaction Weak are ripped and torn away Hypnotizing power, crushing all that cower Battery is here to stay
 * __ Battery __****__ by Metallica __**

Smashing through the boundaries lunacy has found me cannot stop the Battery Pounding out aggression turns into obsession cannot kill the Battery Cannot kill the family Battery is found in me Battery Battery

Crushing all deceivers, smashing non-believers never ending potency Hungry violence seeker, feeding off the weaker Breeding on insanity

Smashing through the boundaries lunacy has found me cannot stop the Battery Pounding out aggression turns into obsession cannot kill the Battery Cannot kill the family Battery is found in me Battery Battery

Circle of Destruction, Hammer comes crushing Powerhouse of energy Whipping up a fury, Dominating flurry We create the Battery

Smashing through the boundaries lunacy has found me cannot stop the Battery Pounding out aggression turns into obsession cannot kill the Battery Cannot kill the family Battery is found in me Battery Battery Battery Battery The title refers to Battery Street in San Francisco. It was on this street that many of the clubs where Metallica first played were situated. "Battery is found in me" shows that these early shows on Battery Street were important to them. Battery is where "lunacy finds you" and you "smash through the boundaries." This song is a graphic portray of society. It uses the imagery of battery which is a group of guns or missile launchers operated together at one place to show what life is like.
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 **__ The Surfer by Judith Wright __** He thrust his joy against the weight of the sea; climbed through, slid under those long banks of foam—- (hawthorn hedges in spring, thorns in the face stinging). How his brown strength drove through the hollow and coil of green-through weirs of water! Muscle of arm thrust down long muscle of water; and swimming so, went out of sight where mortal, masterful, frail, the gulls went wheeling in air as he in water, with delight.

Turn home, the sun goes down; swimmer, turn home. Last leaf of gold vanishes from the sea-curve. Take the big roller’s shoulder, speed and serve; come to the long beach home like a gull diving.

For on the sand the grey-wolf sea lies, snarling, cold twilight wind splits the waves’ hair and shows the bones they worry in their wolf-teeth. O, wind blows and sea crouches on sand, fawning and mouthing; drops there and snatches again, drops and again snatches its broken toys, its whitened pebbles and shells. I liked this poem because it gave me a sense of peace and mercy. I don’t know how many people can actually surf anymore, as it is a very time consuming task to uphold. But I am privileged to become one with this skill. Surfing is a real eye opener for the surfer and the person who taught them. It is an act of courage and bravery because it is a dangerous sport. People are afraid that they will hurt themselves if they try to surf and therefore back out. But being in the water, sitting on your board waiting for that 5-6 foot break to come up is the greatest feeling in the world.
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