Feature Series

For biker scribe Eddie ‘Sorez’ Pliska, poetry is as much about capturing his passion for the moto lifestyle and the raw energy of two-wheeled travel in prose, as it is about documenting determination in the face of the often-harsh struggles of life. He has had his fair share of both.

Here is Sorez's exclusive December piece, titled Contentment, about learning from your past and not being your own worst impediment to growth, redemption and success.

Sorez, a contributing writer for Outlaw Biker Magazine who also has a popular book of poetry out, graciously pens some inspiration for the NYC Motorcyclist community each month. You can read more about Sorez in a feature NYC Motorcyclist published in the spring of 2018.

I was that brother without any hope
Lost my sanity at the end of a rope
Could not see beyond despair
Convinced myself that no one cared
In my mind I was all alone
Was a time when I was homeless
A prodigal son homeward bound
Hobo on the rail longing for the road
Those years went by so they are lost
No going back those days are gone
Things are not like they used to be
Rust in the dust I could hardly see
Years gone by many lessons learned
Some things right done some wrong
Once forgiven twice was forgotten
Caught a break after all said and done
Found out who the real enemy was
Beyond cagers out there on the road
Got my head straight focused on now
Finally have stopped fighting myself