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.

Celebrating a new year, here is Sorez's exclusive January piece, titled The Journey, which recollects the sorrows and strengths that epitomized 2020, and looks to the future, holding on to the things that really matter: family, memories, brotherly bonds and 'the ride'. It's not over until the 'Fat Boy®' sings ...

Sorez, who has a new book of poetry out now, graciously agreed to pen 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.

What is there to write about now
When words no longer seem to rhyme
Tends a poet not to be able to formulate
Any kind of style, no doubt, sometimes
As time goes by it waits for no one
Everywhere you go clocks are ticking
To the point of being annoying
The sun seen rising upon the horizon
Seemingly now to be further away
Than it was just a few miles ago
Rains, but does not wash away sorrows
And lightning bolts jolt memories
Recollections of only just yesterday
Times gone by, summer that never was, yet
Holding on to every small gesture of respect
As worth its weight in gold ten times over
Strengthening bonds formed out on the road
Years and miles in the making without a doubt
Much stronger than any weld could ever be
Family, held onto and cherished here, now.
Embracing priority properly, how it should be
And for those no longer, tears from the heart
Heavy souls will carry on ‘till the ground
As we ride on together towards tomorrow
Journey's not over, 'till the last motor sounds.