Our Journey is over,
but our friendship is just begun
With you I feel like
I’m bathing in the sun.
Friends are with you always
to brighten your darkest of days

There's hope in us all
that every evil shall fall.
Every day is filled with happiness
as time passes,
our troubles seem less.

with each day comes a new joy
full of wonder
like a child with a new toy.

Friend's who we miss are not gone
it's just a while before we see them again
who knows how long.
But in our hearts they'll always remain
our happiest memories they stay the same

Friends make you laugh,
and friends make you cry
if you ask for help,
they'll never question why

True friends always
stand at your side
helping you to face
the endless tide
of darkness in your life
but now you find
that your not alone
just turn and say
I'm regret to say
that you're missed everyday

In dreams

When the cold of winter comes
Starless night will cover day
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain

But in dreams
I can hear your name
And in dreams
We will meet again

When the seas and mountains fall
And we come to end of days
In the dark I hear a call
Calling me there
I will go there
And back again

((I am not sure if it is fitting but it is my favourite song and its just so touching))

Over the Hills and Far Away.

Here's forty shillings on the drum for those who volunteer to come
To 'list and fight the foe today - Over the hills and far away

O'er the hills and o'er the main, Through Flanders Portugal and Spain
King George commands and we obey - Over the hills and far away

When duty calls me I must go, to stand and face another foe
But part of me will always stray - Over the Hills and far away

O'er the hills and o'er the main, Through Flanders Portugal and Spain
King George commands and we obey - Over the hills and far away

If I should fall to rise no more, as many comrades did before
Then ask the fifes and drums to play - Over the hills and far away

O'er the hills and o'er the main, Through Flanders Portugal and Spain
King George commands and we obey - Over the hills and far away

The fall in lads behind the drum. With colours blazing like the sun
Along the road to come what may - Over the hills and far away

O'er the hills and o'er the main, Through Flanders Portugal and Spain
King George commands and we obey - Over the hills and far away

Markirya

Men cenuva fánë cirya
métima hrestallo círa,
i fairi nécë
ringa súmaryassë
ve maiwi yaimië?

Man tiruva fána cirya,
wilwarin wilwa,
ëar-celumessen
rámainen elvië
ëar falastala,
winga hlápula
rámar sisílala,
cálë fifírula?

Man hlaruva rávëa súrë
ve tauri lillassië,
ninqui carcar yarra
isilmë ilcalassë,
isilmë pícalassë,
isilmë lantalassë
ve loicolícuma;
raumo nurrua,
undumë rúma?

Man cenuva lumbor ahosta
Menel acúna
ruxal' ambonnar,
ëar amortala,
undumë hácala,
enwina lúmë
elenillor pella
talta-taltala
atalantië mindonnar?

Man tiruva rácina cirya
ondolissë mornë
nu fanyarë rúcina,
anar púrëa tihta
axor ilcalannar
métim' auressë?
Man cenuva métim' andúnë?


Who shall see a white ship
leave the last shore,
the pale phantoms
in her cold bosom
like gulls wailing?

Who shall heed a white ship,
vague as a butterfly,
in the flowing sea
on wings like stars,
the sea surging,
the foam blowing,
the wings shining,
the light fading?

Who shall hear the wind roaring
like leaves of forests;
the white rocks snarling
in the moon gleaming,
in the moon waning,
in the moon falling,
a corpse-candle;
the storm mumbling,
the abyss moving?

Who shall see the clouds gather,
the heavens bending
upon crumbling hills,
the sea heaving,
the abyss yawning,
the old darkness
beyond the stars
falling
upon fallen towers?

Who shall heed a broken ship
on the black rocks
under broken skies,
a bleared sun blinking
on bones gleaming
in the last morning?
Who shall see the last evening?

Ilfirin nairelma nauva i nauva
Ilfirin nairelma ar ullume nucuvalme
Nauva i nauva melme nóren sina nairelma

Undying [is] our regret, what should be shall be
Undying [is] our regret and yet we will cast all away,
What should be shall be, [our] love for this land [is] our regret.

Starlight

Far away
This ship has taken me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die

Starlight
I will be chasing a starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold you in my arms

My life
You electrify my life
Let's conspire to re-ignite
All the souls that would die just to feel alive

I'll never let you go
If you promise not to fade away
Never fade away

Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold you in my arms

Far away
The ship has taken me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die

I'll never let you go
If you promise not to fade away
Never fade away

Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold

(I have no poems
I have no words in which i can express
but what i do have is memory
which i can do with just fine...)

SDETT

Otan tharthi ke den tha'me opos ime,
na ton dechto me to kalitero palto mou,
mite skimenos stis selides kapiou tomou
eki pou ipsonome na matho oti kime.

When He will come and I will not be as I am,
to meet Him with my best coat
neither bent over on the pages of some tome,
there that I rise to relise that I'm lying down.

From me to you,
the best lyrics I've known about death.

Have a nice journey

The wind will come and go, the sunsets always change,
the waves follow the morning tide,
but a friend should stay untill their time,
in our hearts, you will reside.

I hope to share a drink with him in the next world. Sycath was a top bloke.

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

-- Elizabeth Bishop

Such a terrible thing to happen to someone so young, his family and friends must be devastated.

Believe, Achieve

Where the sun don't shine,
And the roses flee,
Upon th'heath of mires and bogs,
Lies the land o' Tragedy.
When a life so young,
Carves its path through th'posies
And takes leave of birds and bees,
I say, "Dear life,
How sad 'tis to see
But alas, you shall always be with me."
No matter where life leads--
Whether tis' to Tragedy
Or the seas of Serenity--I know
That you'll always Believe.

For tis' what you've always done,
Determined to lead,
As a steadfast idealist
To satisfy our wayward needs.
But you were never one to bore,
Oh, for that, I say,
"James, God bless ye,"
And further add in reverence of thee,
"Rest in peace, and be troubled no more,
Let Tragedy turn to Serenity,
Because with TLG, And RTB,
And IRC, And our beloved WE,
I know for sure:
That you'll always Achieve, see?"

There's a little black spot on the sun today...
That's my soul up there.

R.I.P.

- Kyte

I am sorry to post this here, but I do not have access to post in the other forum about James.

I, on behalf of all those at Imp-Lit.net, would like to pass on our thoughts and sincere condolences to James' family.

I was personally lucky enough to have had a number of e-mail and PM chats with James over the years, although, I am sure, I didn't know him nearly as well as the folks here at The Glade.

The G-W community as a whole has lost a true true representative, many of us have lost a dear colleague and, many of us a loved friend.

Imp-Lit is with you The Lost Glade in this most sad of times.

To James!

Tears, Idle Tears
By Lord Alfred Tennyson
---

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

RIP James, we will never forget you.

A new sig for Sycath here



Note the date is in the Americanised format (apologies if the canadians don't use it)

R.I.P

Rest peacefully James. I've had a hard time coming here since I first read the news. Goodbye is all I can say.

I just read the news on Warvault, I can't believe it. Sycath, you probably forgot me, but I always remembered your name.



Goodbye James, and may you rest in peace.


-Caelas Shadowfoot

adusayumi
te ni torimotite
masurawo no
satuya taBasami
tatimukahu
takamatoyama ni
haruno yaku
noBï tö myiru made
moyuru hï wo
nani ka to toheBa
tamahokono
miti kuru hito nö
naku namita
kosame ni hureBa
sirotaheno
koromo hidutite
tatitomari
ware ni kataraku
nani si kamo
motona toburahu
kikeBa
ne nomi si nakayu
katareBa
kokoro sö itaki
sumeroki no
kami no myikwo no
idemasi no
tahï no hikari sö
kokoda teritaru

takamato no
nohye no akihagi
itadurani
saki ka tiruramu
myiru hito nasi ni

myikasayama
nohye yuku miti ha
kökyidaku mo
sigeku aretaru ka
hisani aranaku ni

takamato no
nohye nö akihagi
na tiri sone
kimi ga katamyi ni
myitutu sinuhamu

myikasayama
nohye yu yuku miti
kökyidaku mo
arenikyeru kamo
hisani aranaku ni

the burning fires
on Takamatoyama,
which [punning on the name]
strong and brave men stand facing
taking and holding their birchwood bows in hand
and holding hunting arrows in their hands,
[those fires] which burn the spring fields
until [one could] see them as field fires
[to clear out brush],
when I asked what [they were],
as the tears the person
coming on the road cries
fall like light rain
and he stops and stands,
his white paper-mulberry clothing
getting muddy
[this is] what he tells me:
"why, oh why do you ask [such a thing]
[so] pointlessly?!
when I hear [your question]
only my crying voice cries uncontrollably
as I tell you [what they are]
my heart is so pained
it is the light from the torches
of the august outing [=funeral procession]
of the prince of the divine emperor
that is shining so much."

is the autumn bush-clover
around the fields of Takamato
now blooming and scattering
in vain, I wonder?
though there is no one to see it

the road going to the area
of the fields of Mikasayama
is it really so overgrown and falling to pieces?
but it [has]n't be[en] [such] a long time
[since I was last here]

autumn bush-clover
around the fields of Takamato
please don't scatter
as a memento of the emperor
I want to fondly recollect [him]
while I look [at you]

the road going through the area
of the fields of Mikasayama
has it really fallen to pieces so much?
but it [has]n't be[en] [such] a long time
[since I was last here]

I will honor you James, no parting is eternal we only say goodbye so we may meet again.

Sileo In Pacis

Rest In Piece


Though I did not know him I too shall honour him.

Without Highborn Sycath this community woul not have been possible.

I have only recently joined this forum but I must say it is one of the best I have ever used and for that I thank him.

Good bye, friend I never knew,

from Scott Roberts.

I only joined this forum because of my friendship with CV and you James, but now that both of you have gone there is little reason to stay. Four and a half years of friendship will never be forgotten I shall think back on the good times we had and shall keep them close till the day I die.

Goodbye James I will miss you, old friend. . . Thomas BR Write.

I'm sorry James if this is a little late, but I guess it's never too late to say Goodbye. It's good to see the James legacy, the Lost Glade is still growing... If only you were here to see this James... Farewell old friend :sad:.

Although I never met him, I can tell from all these touching posts that James was well liked and well respected. Rest well, brother.

Bill Hicks