My most lovable & delightfully Large-Than-Life CHRISOPHER:
You are the best of Us. Your Irrepressible & Irresistible
Spirit convinced the rest of us we are Honored heroes All.
The magic of your Gentle Spirit, the love in all that you do.
Brings Sweet happiness to Enchant those around you. May that
Love & Happiness multiply and return to you ceaselessly in Love & Happiness multiply and return to you ceaselessly in Infinite ways throughout, Immovable Eternity.
O’ Noblest & Mightiest Knight of Us All: Your Soul can never be cut to pieces by any weapon, nor burned by fire, nor drowned water, nor frozen by ice, nor withered by Wind, nor corroded by Rust, nor contaminated by disease, nor mystified by chaos, nor corrupted by temptation, nor scathed by Acid, nor fazed by Evil, nor aged by Time. Your Courageous Soul is Immortal, Ever Present, Unchangeable, Immovable and Eternally the same.
Knowing this, We should not grieve for Your body. Yet Your Life abrupt departure has Shattered my sense of Self beyond Solace. I’m beside myself with grief at being left behind, longing for Endlessly More of Your Radiant Whimsy.
I weep because we never SHARED enough: We never SANG enough, never Danced enough, never Howled enough, never SNAG enough. Never WEPT enough, never ROARD enough, never TALKED enough, never GAVE enough, never WANDERED enough, never CELEBRATED enough, never REVOLTED enough, never LISTENED enough, never IMAGINED enough, never PLAYED enough, never SMILED enough, never HUGGED enough, never KISSED enough, never NOTICED enough,
Never LOVED enough,—I weep because We never SAVORED enough.
I we live trillions of life times together I will still hunger & thirst for more of the Measureless Beauty Your Loving Spirit has planted in MY Heart.
As previously planned: IN our Next Life We will rendezvous at Ye Old Tavern of the Dancing Dragon, nestled amongst the sweet scented pines & flowering tress along the banks of the River Oceanus, in the land of Amoral, on the Outer Plane “Blessed Fields of Elysium.” From there we will once again go questing for New Heroic Adventures.
Until then, My Precious Warrior of the Light: May the Loveliest of Wood Nymphs tend to your Dreams will nourish & nurture Your Indestructible Soul with loving Devotion, Nectar of Kindness and Ambrosial Empathy.
I miss you most terribly, MY Most Compassionate & Cherished Kindred Spirit. I am Eternally Grateful for all the Love & Joy I have with you. The Priceless Gifts of Your Immortal Heart are My most Treasured Possessions. I love & Adore you with all my being, Sweet CHRISTOPHER, Spiritual Son of My Soul.
About ten years ago a Beautiful Your Spirit move to my tier. Here in North Seg. He was born and raised in Alabama at the time when “DUNGEONS & DRAGONS’ was enchanting the hearts & minds of little boys everywhere. He grew up to become a “DUNGEN MASTER” without peer, and came to spread His Sleeve and coaxed the Wounded Inner Child of many others to come to the surface and play, I’ve never before seen someone exhibit such transformative powers with such-like whimsy, mature grace, humility and intelligence. He quickly stole my heart and became the little Boy Grown to Man-hood that I lost with my beautiful Little Torrey upon my arrest in Japan.
Enclosed is an ode I wrote to His Inner-Child. His Mother arrived September 5th to take Christopher’s body and personal belongings back to home to Alabama. She brought Chris a set of Clothes so that he would not have to wear prison garb. A Mother’s Loving Touch.
By Douglas Scott Mickey-C73900
San Quentin State Prison