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 year with NYC Motorcyclist as a contributor, here is October's exclusive piece, titled The Gathering.
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness."
The Declaration of Independence
The Want, Will, and Hopes of the People
IN CONGRESS, JULY 4, 1776
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.
Some would travel two thousand miles
To get where they wanted to be
For others a few hundred or so
Out there upon two wheels
There were souls who could not make it
Because they are no longer here
Brothers and Sisters who have been taken
Far too soon out there in the wind
From West Coast, to East, from North and South
Riding with Respect, Honor, In Memory Of
Indian Larry and so many of our family
That have been lost out there on the road
Doing what's righteous as the eagle soars
Questioning every thing
The twisted truths distorted visions
And lies from behind the curtain
Out there on the long hard road
One thing is surely happening
A thousand now were Brooklyn bound
Twisting throttle in the wind and riding free
Without question and without resevation
Brotherhood and freedom gathering
And the only smoke that could be seen for miles
Was the Eastcoastin' Crew, melting some tires ...