A strange little poem

This showed up in my email This morning. A strange little poem apparently gathered from various other poems of unknown origin. It appears this guy seems to be collecting them. And parts may be from these poems. I believe they are some sort of email probe or "spam filter confuser" I am not sure what it means, but just trying to connect the images and words to create meaning is interesting. I anyone has any information on these things, let me know.

Blurring the terrain,
Beyond ice floe and berg and ice-bound sea,
And he is swathed in ever-petrified dread;
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
As it sits there like an eventual
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,
And he is swathed in ever-petrified dread;
their bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously
Side of the painting, the world of that wise, white,
The pain of being born into matter.
He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;
Floating on the sky.
Like theirs ends? From what distant point of vision

III. Chronology of Northern Exploration
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
Chose to walk out of it, they'd have to pass
Given by nature will soak into it.
In the sound of the snow. What the countless