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 October piece, titled Well Met. Most if not all of us have hit low points in our lives where we couldn't see past our circumstances. Life's hope is there is someone there to help you pick up the pieces, to give you a fresh perspective on why life is precious. For Sorez it was a friend of a friend who brought him back from the darkness.

Sorez, who has a popular book of poetry out, 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.

How could the brother have known
What it was that was going on
In the deepest darkest recesses of my mind
Where could insight have come
Having only just been introduced
By a brother who is a brother to both of us
Could he see it in my eyes
Hear it in my voice or could it be
He saw despair hiding behind my smile
All that I do know and all that I will say
Is the brother took the gun out of my hand
Talked me down from upon the ledge
Helped me out to make some sense
Of the how, what and why’s of goings on
“Happiness is not lost and gone
Even in the mist of them dark clouds
Just listen to the Harley’s thunder roar
Bro you have to grip on hope
And twist upon the throttle hard
Let things go and let the wind be in control
You’re the master of your demons
So send them all right back to hell
Just remember they shriek loudest before they burn.”